Neopolitan Dreams by Lisa Mitchell

You'll go and 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 nowhere, I'll have 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 gait

You wait your turn in the queue,
You say your sorry's and thank you's.
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 your turn in the queue,
You say your sorry's and thank you's
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the roomYou're not in the room