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 going to 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 going to 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 going to 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 going to drown Your love is going to drown Your love is going to drown Your love is going to drown Your love is going to drown Your love is going to . . . . Lovely song, really. I'm too tired to be alive. My soul is tired from feeling, not feeling, feeling. I want to sleep now, but I tried, and it didn't work. What can I do? Keep on living. How depressing. I'd rather die. I can't keep up with him. He is someone completely different from me, so distant, it makes me feel awkward and out of place. His whole family does that. I just don't belong there, with them, with him. He deserves what he wants, and what he wants is me. Fine, I'll live with that, I suppose. Until I can't take it anymore...