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 curlew sing

you said i need to sleep

come to bed with me

i have heard

in st. petersburg

the autumn leaves

fill the streets

so that even non-believers see

will you come

through the cities in the east

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. petersburg

the autumn leaves

fill the streets

so that even non-believers see

i have heard

in st. petersburg

the autumn leaves

fill the streets

so that even non-believers see

non-believers see

non-believers see

non-believers see

non-believers see