pure fiction, science fiction.

Singapore, August 2008.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinholeJust like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the soundBut while you debate half empty or half fullIt slowly rises, your love is gonna drown
— “Marching Bands of Manhattan” by Death Cab for Cutie

Singapore, August 2008.

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

— “Marching Bands of Manhattan” by Death Cab for Cutie