Russian Winter

You followed the mouse into its hole and
You decided that hole was home

You didn't care about the sea or
The hairs on the backs of the necks
Of your drowning family
That was fifteen years ago

Petroleum in your footprints and
The dozen scars from past no-goes
And the banks had all closed down

The girls are dressed in razor wire
To keep them from the rogues of this town

We are X, we are Y
But I won't pretend that there's no space
In my chest for a Russian winter
Now rains again

You followed the mouse into its hole
Now you're never coming home

Oh you've got a divining rod
Between two scrawny legs makes me now
Seem holier than thou

X and Y, but I won't pretend that there's no space
In my chest for a Russian winter
Now rains again
There's rooms I can't enter
Snow covers everything

Oh the worst thing is delivering this kind of tone
To the X's and Y's of one of my own
How did we get so old
I'll never get over this

We are X, we are Y
But I won't pretend that there's no space
In my chest...