Neapolitan Sky - The Avett Brothers

From the foot of the bed

To the cold Neapolitan sky

From the back of my mind

To the front of this tired disguise

What’s with this moment?

What’s with this feelin'?

What’s with January and the locks on the door?

How do I make my escape?

How do I find what I’m lookin' for?

From the memory of the walk

From the pyramid of cans to the call

From the tender touch of your lips

To the straps slippin' off of your hips

What’s with this moment?

What’s with this feelin'?

What’s with January and the locks on the door?

How do I make my escape?

How do I find what I’m lookin' for?

Hospitals and lobby lust

Truth in all of its disgust

Love was never blind

But I was

Clouded glass and surface rust

Voices I could never trust

Love was never blind

But I was

From the paper

To the glue

On the letters written to you

From the start of the affair

To the last kiss we would share

What’s with this moment?

What’s with this feelin'?

What’s with January and the locks on the door?

How do I make my escape?

How do I find what I’m lookin' for?

Hospitals and lobby lust

Truth in all of its disgust

Love was never blind

But I was

Clouded glass and surface rust

Voices I could never trust

Love was never blind

But I was