Tuesday, August 06, 2013

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 want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me 
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing 
And feel, feel what it's like to be new

-Death cab for Cutie-

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