Lisa Mitchell - Neopolitan Dreams

You go on I'll be okay
I can dream the rest away
It's 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 where 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 thankyou'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 thankyou'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