Frank Turner - Cleopatra in Brooklyn lyrics
[Frank Turner - Cleopatra in Brooklyn lyrics]
Wake up every morning and feel out of place
Put on your face once more with resignation
The world won't appreciate greatness today
But there's bills to be paid
So you stumble to the station
You're wearing your most imperceptible frown
These people are adjectives to
Your proper noun
As you wander the streets of
This phoney old town it's wearing you down
Yet there you are
Like a dream in your favourite blue dress
Your hair is a mess, but nevertheless:
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
You casually shed poetry like your clothes
In neat little rows
On the floor of my hotel room
You never wanted to be a princess
Said you'd accept less
Holding court holed up in your bedroom
I'd say I was Anthony begging at your door
But, I know that you'd laugh and
Just ask me what for
Then you'd roll your eyes as I fell the floor
To swear that I'm yours
You wait by the Brooklyn Bridge
For your king to return
Then retire to your palace on Smith
Street as the old Rome burns
Yes, there you are a glittering star
You couldn't care less who you impress
You're my thrift store princess
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
I'll come find you when
Your fortunes fail you
I'll die with you when the gods desert you
Put on your face once more with resignation
The world won't appreciate greatness today
But there's bills to be paid
So you stumble to the station
You're wearing your most imperceptible frown
These people are adjectives to
Your proper noun
As you wander the streets of
This phoney old town it's wearing you down
Yet there you are
Like a dream in your favourite blue dress
Your hair is a mess, but nevertheless:
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
You casually shed poetry like your clothes
In neat little rows
On the floor of my hotel room
You never wanted to be a princess
Said you'd accept less
Holding court holed up in your bedroom
I'd say I was Anthony begging at your door
But, I know that you'd laugh and
Just ask me what for
Then you'd roll your eyes as I fell the floor
To swear that I'm yours
You wait by the Brooklyn Bridge
For your king to return
Then retire to your palace on Smith
Street as the old Rome burns
Yes, there you are a glittering star
You couldn't care less who you impress
You're my thrift store princess
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
I'll come find you when
Your fortunes fail you
I'll die with you when the gods desert you