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St. Petersburg

de Brooke Fraser

I want to live in the elements
I've spurned my comfort and common sense
I've no imagined lost innocence
I'll bleed you dry, no I won't pretend
I'll be coming home, but I don't know when

I felt your fire, I breathed your air
We turned and twisted, our bruises bared
I curse the ground still, I feel you everywhere

In a fickle world, there's no stubborn love
I can feel your ghost, when will you give up?
It's a funny thing I heard of once
The return of the prodigal son

Oh, baby thrill me, make me feel good
Flashes of neon, in frames of wood
I don't feel guilty, maybe I should

In a fickle world, there's no stubborn love
I can feel your ghost, when will you give up?
It's a funny thing I heard of once
The return of the prodigal son

In a fickle world, there's no stubborn love
I can feel your ghost, when will you give up?
It's a funny thing I heard of once
The return of the prodigal son

I saw the painting St. Petersburg
Rembrandt's depiction of a return
I am the oil and pigments mixed
And I know nothing, but I know this
I've been lost a long time in my head
I've followed all the signs, but I was misled
I'll be coming home, but I don't know when

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