Gibbard/Walla
"Burn it down ´til the embers smoke on the ground
And start a new when your heart is empty room
With walls of the deepest blue"
Gibbard
"Sorrow drips into you heart through a pinhole
Just Like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half-empty half-full
it slowly rises:your love is gonna drown"
Gibbard
