St. Petersburg

All of this time
I've thought of nothing else
You've got to realize
We were punished first
Our wounds are so plain
Like words on the page
My ideas have changed
I've seen what happens next

Ah

You've come to reside
In blue lines in walls
This talk will never fix
Our machine in the ground
We tear at this
Trying to express
My ideas have changed
I've seen what happens next