(originally by 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 where I’ll have time



There are no legible signs [x2]



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 sorries and thank you’s

I don’t think you’re ever

A hundred percent in the room

You’re not in the room [x2]



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 sorries and thank yous

I don’t think you’re ever

A hundred percent in the room

You’re not in the room [x2]