Russian Winter - Lone Wolf

You followed the mouse into its hole and

You decided that hole was home

You didn’t care about the sea or

The hairs on the backs of the necks

Of your drowning family

That was fifteen years ago

Petroleum in your footprints and

The dozen scars from past no-goes

And the banks had all closed down

The girls are dressed in razor wire

To keep them from the rogues of this town

We are X, we are Y

But I won’t pretend that there’s no space

In my chest for a Russian winter

Now rains again

You followed the mouse into its hole

Now you’re never coming home

Oh you’ve got a divining rod

Between two scrawny legs makes me now

Seem holier than thou

X and Y, but I won’t pretend that there’s no space

In my chest for a Russian winter

Now rains again

There’s rooms I can’t enter

Snow covers everything

Oh the worst thing is delivering this kind of tone

To the X’s and Y’s of one of my own

How did we get so old

I’ll never get over this

We are X, we are Y

But I won’t pretend that there’s no space

In my chest…