Dolce Vita

Living in the Dolce Vita
Can I give you something sweeter
Can I give you something that don’t differ from imagination
If we built the pleasure dome and had all the time in the world
Then I would feel my spirit true yes I would hear that pleasant tune like (don’t take me away)
Cuz I miss all my poetry and my facing monster things
She was only seventeen I wrote an album in my sleep
Those are feasting for the crows I wonder how those feelings leave
I swear that I miss you in the first degree
Roses on these words, throw a garden over verbs
It don’t matter how you speak it won’t come soulfully
And now I’m totally...

Living in the Dolce Vita
Can I give you something sweeter
Can I give you something that don’t differ from imagination
If we built the pleasure dome and had all the time in the world
Then I would feel my spirit true yes I would hear that pleasant tune like (don’t take me away)
Cuz I miss all my poetry and my facing monster things
She was only seventeen I wrote an album in my sleep
Those are feasting for the crows I wonder how those feelings leave

Just looking for heaven again
Good armour on my back following the walking lamp hit it big and left the stands
Took the win and still left traps
Oh yes solid does he stand
Ain’t no monsters in my room but
I could use a helping hand
Climbing trees and eating sap
For all that and all that
Could you watch me when I land
Foggy mornings in the bay I ain’t been up since I left camp
Not a better thing in view just dream away and take a nap

Living in the dolce vita hey
I’m living it day by day by day
And you ain’t gotta plan a thing my dear
Just imagine everything past here okay okay