¡Forward, Russia! - Fosbury in Discontent lyrics

So the time comes again The time to head away I would love to stay Convince you that I care At home I feel a million types of gladness Protected from the world But still you turn and stare At your feet again What more can I say To convince you that I care At home I feel a million types of sadness And subtle edited Sometimes I feel that you're raising the bar up All the time I'm doing the high jump I'm walking the tightrope The sun is life The process of knowing Just what you are missing The oceans of envy The galloping slipstream The night it is ending The oceans are longing For soil and for tidings I won't let them near us I'll try not to lie and I'll try not to cheat and I'll try not to steal Because my ends are met In discontent Oh in discontent We find ourselves