Saint Petersburg

It's been too long
I feel the weight of each December
My mind is withdrawn
From everything I remember

Floating along
The river runs East of where I stand
Nothing is wrong
I am what I am

And if this harbour can only
Give me a little place to be
Then I find peace in Saint Petersburg
It all depends on what you see

Dragging you down
They pay no attention to the helpless
Why should it count
With the following arms still walls of selfish
It's been allowed
Never a word against a monster
The fists that changing is the dead

Listening to the rain
Listening to the people chattering
Listening to the reason we all exist

Listening to the rain
Listening to the people chattering
Listening to the reason we all exist

And if this harbour can only
Give me a little place to be
Then I find peace in Saint Petersburg
It all depends on what you see