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-