Cibo Matto Lobby lyrics

Fifth floor, fourth floor
Third floor, second floor

The rain kept falling like an endless story in the afternoon
Wetting the trees, wetting the sidewalks
Wetting the roofs of the buildings

Deep thought, deep thought
Light high, light high
Deep thought, deep thought
Light high, light high
Wait, where am I

I had some cheese and seedless grapes for lunch
And floated around for the rest of afternoon
Asian tourists came back from fifth avenue shopping
With wet paper shopping bags

Sometimes I miss shopping
But the thought of being a ghost made me hesitate
I had some more cheese
I could feed myself for another two or three hours
If I kept my expectations low

Deep thought, deep thought
Light high, light high
Deep thought, deep thought
Light high, light high
Wait, where am I


Deep thought, deep thought
Light high, light high
Deep thought, deep thought
Light high, light high
Wait, who am I

Oh my God
I'm so high
So high

You know what
In a way
The afterlife is more civilized than the world I used to live in
Marijuana is not illegal anymore
No worries of guns and radiation, et cetera

Wow, what's happening here
So many people are checking in today
Look like a party is happening

I wonder how many people know their life is like this
Staying at hotel
Renting times, renting a body