Clip Marching Bands Of Manhattan

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 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