I don't pretend, I just get out
This is Siberia, no joke, all trembling white
I love the pull of the train in the middle of the night
when you don't have to talk.

The city is grey but the sun is out.
There's nothing but time to forget about
all the techno-media mania
the words keep getting caught in my mouth

There're no more lines
The tanks all got buried in the grass
and parks are full of people in love
I swear you'll get some sweetness out of it.

Know it's a kamikaze move - oh but it feels so good
to be gone...to be gone.