Living Room, NY - Laura Stevenson

I want to feel you restless

I want to wake up from it

I want to see you stare at ceilings until you fall back to sleep

I want to feel you restless

I want to wake up from it

I want to see you stare at ceilings until you fall back to sleep

In the waiting room

In the waiting room

In the waiting room

It’s a little stuffy in here

I want to wring my hands in open elevators

A shaky finger, I am pushing the door open button

I want to feel the urge to press against my neighbors while I keep you in my

mind

I keep you in my mind all of the time here

In the waiting room

In the waiting room

In the waiting room

One is moving, one is standing

In the waiting room

In the waiting room

In the waiting room

Wonder where we’ll land

Will we fall straight into routine?

Or we’ll be strangers for a week, stir-crazy, lazy until I leave again

Then I jump out of my skin until you tell me where I am

Living Room, New York

Living Room, New York

I’ll give an arm just to hear you in the dark saying

«Living Room, New York»

So I’ll fold the world to be there tonight

'Cause I want to fall asleep on your time

I want to fall asleep where you lie

I want to fall asleep with you shifting by my side

I want to fall asleep where you lie

I want to fall asleep with you, I

With you, I

With you, I

I miss you, I