Bells around St. Petersburg
When I saw you

I hope I get what you deserve
And this is where I find

Smoke surrounds your perfect face
And I m falling

Pushing a broom out into space
And this is where I find a way

The stadium arcadium
A mirror to the moon
I m forming n I m warming
State of the art
Until the clouds come crashing

Stranger things have happened
Both before and after noon
I m forming n I m warming
Pushing myself
And no I don t mind asking
Now

Alone inside my forest room
And it s storming

I never thought I d be in bloom
But this is where I start

Derelict days and the stereo plays
For the all night crowd
That it cannot phase
And I m calling

Tedious weeds that the media breeds
But the animal gets what the animal needs
And I m sorry

And this is where I find

Rays of dust that wrap around
Your citizen

Kind enough to disavow
And this is where I stand