Russian Literature

Modern architecture already left to decay You don't know what you're breathing in What it is, I couldn't say We'll meet in Russian Literature, fourth floor, midday Traveling Trans Pennine, she said she'd wait More empty buildings for invisible men No market value to justify the price of the rent Ignorance isn't bliss, familiarity still ends in contempt We're gonna need some time But she said she'd wait for me, wait for me Are you hopeful or just gullible? Are you hopeful or just gullible? She won't be saved, we can't be saved I can't live my life being nervous about tomorrow I already knew her name I already knew, and I knew her name There's a news blackout 'cause it just got worse Status depends on the size of your purse There it is again that lock of hair that won't sit still Our earthly pleasures distract us against our will Against our will Are you hopeful or just gullible? Are you hopeful or just gullible? We won't be saved, she can't be saved I can't live my life feeling nervous about tomorrow I already knew her name, I already knew She won't be saved, we can't be saved I can't live my life feeling nervous about tomorrow I already knew her name I already knew, well, I knew her name