Marching Bands Of Manhattan

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.

i dont have anything to blog... but i just thought i should write something here.

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes round and everyone lifts their head
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die."

So who's going to watch you die?...