Lover, lover, lover
Did your world change as it changed here
In the suburbs where nothing moves except for the tears
I have a double exposed picture of you in the snow

And now that you’re free of my lame interpretations O, St Petersburg will you be my home
I’m all surrounded here but there is nothing beautiful

And on the days where I can’t go on I turn to time
And I let my blood cells and the entire universe figure out
How the hell I’m supposed to get by

And now that I’m sending empty envelopes to the one who resent my words
O, St. Petersburg will you be my home
I’m all surrounded now but there is nothing beautiful here