Cleopatra In Brooklyn - Frank Turner

Wake up in the morning you feel out of place

You’re a disgrace

Once more with resignation

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 wash through the streets of this phony old town

It’s wearing you down

And yet there you are

Standing out in your favourite blue dress

Hair is a mess

Nevertheless

Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You casually shed poetry like your clothes

In neat little rows

On the floor of my hotel room

You’d always dreamed that you’d be a princess

But you’d accept less

Holding court holed-up in your bedroom

And I’d say I was Antony begging at your door

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

And then just roll your eyes as I fell the floor

And swear that I’m yours

And yet there you are

Standing out in your favourite blue dress

Hair is a mess

Nevertheless

Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return (x2)

Yeah, you wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return

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

Yet there you are

Standing out in your favourite blue dress

Hair is a mess

Nevertheless

Cleopatra in Brooklyn

Yes there you are

A glittering star

Couldn’t care less

Who do you impress

You’re my thrift store princess

Cleopatra in Brooklyn

I’ll come find you when the fates dessert you

I’ll still hold you when the Gods dessert you