Siberia - Alina Simone

I don’t pretend, I just get out

This is siberia, no joke, all trembling white

I love the pull of the train in the middle of the night

When you don’t have to talk

The city is grey but the sun is out

There’s nothing but time to forget about

All the techno-media mania

The words keep getting caught in my mouth

There’re no more lines

The tanks all got buried in the grass

And parks are full of people in love

I swear you’ll get some sweetness out of it

Know it’s a kamikaze move

Oh but it feels so good

To be gone, to be gone