Brooke Fraser - St. Petersburg lyrics

I want to live in the elements I've spurred my comfort, and common sense I've no imagined lost innocence I'll bleed you dry no i won't pretend I'll be coming home but i don't know when I felt your fire I breathed your air We turned and twisted, our bruises bare I curse the ground still, I feel you everywhere In a fickle world there's no stubborn love I can feel your ghost, when will you give up It's a funny thing I heard of once The return of the prodigal son Oh baby thrill me Make me feel good Flashes of neon, in flames of wood I can't feel beauty, maybe i should In a fickle world there's no stubborn love I can feel your ghost, when will you give up It's a funny thing I heard of once The return of the prodigal son In a fickle world there's no stubborn love I can feel your ghost, when will you give up It's a funny thing I heard of once The return of the prodigal son I saw the painting, St. Petersburg Rembrandt's depiction, of a return I am the oil, and pigments mixed And I know nothing, but i know this I've been lost a long time in my head I followed all the signs but I was misled I'll be coming home but i don't know when