St. Petersburg

In the wild cathedral evenings
On the St. Petersburg canals
Near the church at midnight
they call ‘Spilt Blood’
I met a woman singing
a song I knew too well

She looked at me
Her skin stark white
a ghost
alone, in the dark of the night
She smiled at me
Her eyes they gleamed
Knocked me clean
In the dark
The eyes that saw
right through my heart, I tell ya
Once I’d seen it all
Once I felt free
But she looked me through, and I’m bound in chains
Now I seek to be redeemed

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