歌曲名 Cleopatra In Brooklyn 歌手名 Frank Turner

作词：Frank Turner

作曲：Frank Turner

Wake up every morning and feel out of place

You put on your face

Once more with resignation

The world won appreciate greatness today

But there bills to be paid

So you stumble to the station

You wearing your most imperceptible frown

These people are adjectives to your proper noun

As you wander the streets of this phony old town

It wearing you down

And 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 accept less

Holding court holed in your bedroom

I say I was Antony begging at your door

But I know that you laugh and just ask me what for

Then you roll your eyes as I fell the floor

To swear that I yours

And yet there you are

Like a dream in your favourite blue dress

Your hair is a mess but nevertheless

Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return

Then retire to your palace on Smith Street as the old rope burns

And yet there you are

Like a dream in your favourite blue dress

Your hair is a mess but nevertheless

Cleopatra in Brooklyn

Yes there you are

A glittering star

You couldn care less who you impress

You my thrift store princess

Cleopatra in Brooklyn

I come find you when your fortunes fail you

I die with you when the gods desert you

I come find you when your fortunes fail you

I die with you when the gods desert you