Can you feel the pulsing night
Between these sheets of powdered white
I cut my teeth at a time when I was blue
And I pulled through
Can you feel the breaking day
For all I know I know not what to say
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Will this grow
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm waiting for the Russians
You'll find out in the Russians
The Russians
The air out here is thin
Trust me, I'm broken in
There's not a farce at all that parts
Could it be the last?
Time will make my friend
He'll see me through to the end
The Russians

I'll call you serendipity
For all you have given me
Will this grow tall?
I'm waiting for the Russians
I'm waiting for the Russians
Am I your boy?
You'll find out in the Russians
The Russians
Do you feel the pulse ignite
Between these sheets of powdered white?