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1987-06-03

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Marching Bands of Manhattan (Gibbard)

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 ther is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half-empty or half-full
It slowly rises: your love is gonna drown

Gibbard.

Someday You Will Be Loved (Gibbard / Walla)

I once knew a girl in the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer: all beauty and truth
But in the morning I fled, left a note and it read:
Someday you will be loved

And I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
'Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
Just as the blood runs red the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
And the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs: like I never occurred
And someday you will be loved

You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
And someday you will be loved.

Waiting.

What Sarah Said (Gibbard / Harmer)

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on theLCD took you a little farther away from me.

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a biolent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a trouth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news
And then the nurse ocmes round and everyone willlife their heads
but I'm THinking of what Sarah said:
That "love is watching someone die."

So who's gonna watch you die?

Wait...is that Seth from the OC??