Neapolitan Sky by The Avett Brothers Lyrics

[Verse 1]
From the foot of the bed
To the cold Neapolitan sky
From the back of my mind
To the front of this tired disguise

[Chorus]
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?

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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?
[Post-Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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?

[Post-Chorus]
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