Bells around St. Petersburg
When I saw you
I hope I get what you deserve
And this it is where I find
Smoke surrounds your perfect face
And I
Pushing a broom out into space
And this is where I find a way
The stadium arcadium
A mirror to the moon
I
State of the art
Until the clouds come crashing
Stranger things have happened
Both before and after noon
I
Pushing myself
And no I don
Now
Alone inside my forest room
And it
I never thought I
And it
I never thought I
But this is where I start
Derelict days and there stereo plays
For the all night crowd
That is cannot phase
And I
Tedious weeds that the media breeds
But the animal gets what the animal needs
And I
And this is where I find
Rays of dust that wrap around
Your citizen
Kind enough to disavow
And this is where I stand