Bells around St. Petersburg

When I saw you

I hope I get what you deserve

And this is where I find

Smoke surrounds your perfect face

And I'm falling

The stadium arcadium

A mirror to the moon

I'm forming I'm warming

State of the art

Until the clouds come crashing

Stranger things have happened

Both before and after noon

I'm forming I'm warming

Pushing myself

And no I don't mind asking

Now

Alone inside my forest room

And it's storming

I never thought I'd be in bloom

But this is where I start

Derelict days and the stereo plays

For the all night crowd

That it cannot phase

And I'm calling

Tedious weeds that the media breeds

But the animal gets what the animal needs

And I'm sorry

And this is where I find

Rays of dust that wrap around

Your citizen

Kind enough to disavow

And this is where I stand