[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?
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?
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