A Laika of Our Very Own!

You're passing Tanzania for the seventh time today
Somehow you didn't factor in how lonely these things feel from far away
Oh, Laika, you didn't have much choice in the matter
A couple three skinners and The Price is Right
Might leave you with some comfort, make you feel at home tonight
You didn't think a place could feel flatter than the places you've been

Oh, Laika, you're living in the land of the venial sin
Eat all the sweetened cream you like, they still won't let you in
Oh, Russia's perfect sweetheart, how I wish you life were mine
Oh, Laika, caught in orbit 'til the end of time

I might miss the comfort of the streets I know
I was born into the spring but I have learned to live in snow
Moscow's been cruel to me, but that might be my own doing
What's the good in pursuing anything here?
Perfection and connection will all disappear
Oh, Laika, when you're staring at the city from the stratosphere
You'll see how good it all could've been

Oh, Laika, you're living in the land of the mortal sin
Continue with your platitudes, it all still feels so thin
Oh, Russia's perfect sweetheart, they caught you in your prime
Oh, Laika, caught in orbit 'til the end of time



Credits
Writer(s): Greta Warner
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