文本歌词

Neopolitan Dreams (Zwette Edit) - Zwette/Lisa Mitchell
You go and I'll be okay
You can dream the rest away
It's just a little touch of fate it'll be okay
It sure takes it's precious time
But it's got rights and so have I
I turn my head up to the sky
Focus one thought at a time
I did not let the little thieves
Under my tightly buttoned sleeve
It couldn't be a longer time I feel like I'm 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 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
You're not in the room
You're not 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 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
You're not in the room
You're not in the room
You're not in the room
You're not in the room
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'm walking blind
I have no arrival time
There are no legible signs
There are no legible signs