Russian Literature

Modern architecture
Already left to decay
You don’t know what you’re breathing in
What it is, I couldn’t say
We’ll meet in Russian Literature
Fourth Floor midday
Travelling Trans-Pennine
She said she’d wait
More empty buildings for invisible men
No market value to justify the price of the rent
Ignorance isn’t bliss
Familiarity still ends in contempt
We’re gonna need some time
But she said she’d wait for me
Are you hopeful or just gullible?
Are you hopeful or just gullible?
She won’t be saved
We can’t be saved
I can’t live my life being nervous about tomorrow
I already knew her name
I already knew her name
There’s a news blackout ‘cause it just got worse
Status depends on the size of your purse
There it is again — that lock of hair that won’t sit still
Our earthly pleasures
Distract us against our will
We won’t be saved
She can’t be saved
I can’t live my life feeling nervous about tomorrow
I already knew her name
I already knew
She won’t be saved
We can’t be saved
I can’t live my life feeling nervous about tomorrow
I already knew her name
I already knew
Well, I knew her name