Neapolitan Sky

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 feeling? 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 wall From the pyramid of cans to the call From the tender touch of your lips To the straps slipping off of your hips What's with this moment? What's with this feeling? 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 feeling? 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 and all that's discussed Love was never blind But I was Clouded glass and surface rust Voices I could never trust Love was never blind But I was