Neopolitan Dreams
Lisa Mitchell
You'll go n I'll be okay
I can dream the rest away
Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay
It sure takes its precious time, but it's got rights and so have I
I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn't be alone, the time I feel like I am walking blind
I have no arrival time
There are no legible signs
There are no legible signs
I like the way that you talk
I like the way that you walk
It's hard to recreate such an individual game
You wait you turn in the queue
You say your sorrys and thank yous
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room
You're not in the room
Deepest, of the dark nights
Here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan dreams, stretching out to the sea
You wait you turn in the queue
You say your sorrys and thank yous
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room
You're not in the room