Supergrass - St. Petersburg Lyrics

In a foreign town with a morning sound man I can find my way around Soon be here at the photo line I guess Armageddon coming down

And here lies a greedy state again It's time to make a move on Cos in three days I'll be out of here And it's not a day too soon

Firelight, the light of love, burns Turns to ashes in your hand ... by the morning light I guess Rather than waking on the stand

Set sail for St. Petersburg Making use of my time Cos in three days I'll be out of here And it's not a day too soon

Head out to a better life again Get a job, settle down Fall in love, of a full on feeling I can't stand the here and now Leave town for pity's sake you know It's time to make a move on Cos in three days I'll be out of here And it's not a day too soon Yeah, three days I'll be out of here And it's not a day too soon