Neopolitan Dreams

You go and I'll be okay

I can dream the rest away

It's just a little touch of fate, it'll 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 sleeve

It couldn't be a longer 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 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

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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 room

You're not in the room

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