The light you shed on my midnight, you’re my very own starving western satellite. And the life you live is pulling rank like the courage that your midwives faked. But they delivered you now it’s gone so live it down. Speak softer now the light hangs low in the street. I breathe you in like smoke burns from the window seat. In every way we need this, you were so don’t believe it. You know, but I know better. Your country lights up in soviets eyes like vodka and cream. And the life you live is pulling rank just like the courage that your midwives faked. But they delivered you now it’s gone so live it down. Speak softer now the light hangs low in the street. I breathe you in like smoke burns from the window seat. In every way we need this, you were so don’t believe it. You know, but I know better.
