St. Petersburg - live

Before the time of the morning sandman
I can find my way around
Soon be here at the borderline I guess
Armageddon coming down

And here lies a pretty state again
It's time to make a move on
Cause in three days I'll be out of here
And it's not a day too soon

Firelight, the light of love, burns
Turns to ashes in your hands
So to bed by the morning light I guess
I'm awake and understand

Set sail for St. Petersburg
Making use of my time
Cause in three days I'll be out of here
And it's not a day too soon

Head out to a better life
I can get a job, settle down
I'm full of love, of a full on feeling
I can't stand the here and now

Leave town for pity's sake you know
It's time to make a move on
Cause in three days I'll be out of here
And it's not a day too soon

Yeah, in three days I'll be out of here
And it's not a day too soon



Credits
Writer(s): Gareth Coombes, Robert Coombes, Daniel Goffey, Michael Quinn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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