Russian Strings

Where are you now?

Where are you now?

Are you coming back to us?

Are you online?

Are you contactable, again?

Where the blue lights?

Where the red dressed puppet dancing on strings?

Balalaikas and singing

The tenement blocks come crashing down

With headphones on, you won't hear that much

There's nothing fake on earth

The strings attached to all of us

There's nothing in the end, only dust

So turn the music up

I'm hitting the hard stuff

Flew to Belgrade

Stayed in a hotel, sinking

Went to museums

Tobacco and mid-week grave diggers

The tenement blocks came crashing down

With headphones on, you won't hear that much

There's nothing fake on earth

The strings attached to all of us

There is nothing in the end, only dust

When you pull the lever down

I'll be hitting the hard stuff