Marching Bands of Manhattan

If I could open my arms

And span the length of the island Manhattan

I'd bring it to where you are

Makin' a lake of the East River and Hudson

If I could open my mouth

Wide enough for a marching band to march out

They would make your name sing

And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings

I wish we could open our eyes

To see in all directions at the same time

Oh, what a beautiful view

If you were never aware of what was around you

And it is true what you said

That I live like a hermit in my own head

But when the sun shines again

I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half-empty or half-full

It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half-empty and half-full

It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half-empty or half-full

It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half-empty or half-full

It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna