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

Deepest, of the dark nights
Here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea

Почему-то всегда, когда слушаю эту песню, представляю что-то волшебное.