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 waitMore 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 meAre 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 nameThere'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 willAre 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 knewShe 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