The ward he offers me a pack of cigarettes.
They aren't his, and yet I feel it coming
On -a sense of welling grief.
And though they ‘re serving samovar,
Somehow I'd rather be up in
An airplane above the archipelago.
I stuttered in my armour
In an airplane above the archipelago.
I could see where you
Grew up, and the murderer in me.
The blanket and the sheets,
The leaves the gardner rakes are articles of faith.
The company believes I'm running
Derelict around these foreign streets.
The colonel knows I want to crack his head for
Taking me up in an airplane above the archipelago.
I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago.
Now I see where you grew up,
And the murderer in me.
They said there was an ice age forty thousand years ago.
Incidents of road rage warring on the streets below.