St Petersburg

So I came to your door
With my bag and nothing more
In the dead of night
Took a stone in hand
Threw it gently at your glass
So that I might have the chance
To awaken you

And you came to your door
Looking soft and looking warm
Only half awake
You didn't ask a thing
I heard the curlews sing
You said I need to sleep
Come to bed with me

I have heard
In St Petersberg
The autumn leaves
Fill the streets
So that even non-believers see

Will you come
Through the cities and the heaves
Let the trains rock us to sleep
Through the valleys to the sea
Hear the church bells ringing in
Through the cobbled avenues
Of Berlin

Will you come
Under canvas in the fields
While the sun sinks through the trees
Work our bones hard through the days
Maybe see what we can save
Fly away from here

I have heard
In St Petersberg
The autumn leaves
Fill the streets
So that even non-believers see

I have heard
In St Petersberg
The autumn leaves
Fill the streets
So that even non-believers see

Non-believers see
Non-believers see
Non-believers see
Non-believers see