If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson.
And 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 say
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.