Soviet history student

Dressed like an overthrown tsar

Say so long to your money worries

Swan songs sail out your guitar

You know I'd do it

You know I’ve done it before

This indiscretion

When I was twenty and four

Pushing daisies in delicate hands

And finding my way

To stave off the sun

The shame beat the drum

Fool’s gold

All told all I offer now

Is plain train stations

No destinations

And it’s not easy to say

But I’ve won the hardest way

And there’ll be no conversation

One dirt road, no explanation

So be it, history student

Volunteer on my star

You can make me shine like a bad pеnny

You can cry for a while on my scar

You know I'd do it

You know I’ve done it bеfore

The acceleration

Your slam of the door

Pushing daisies in delicate hands

And leaving my trace

On another hand-me-down muse in disgrace

Fool’s gold

All told all I offer now

Is old flirtations

Devastations

And it’s not easy to say

But I’ve won the hardest way

And there’ll be no conversation

One dirt road, no explanation

And it’s not easy to say

But I’ve won the hardest way

And there’ll be no conversation

One dirt road, no explanation

So think not of me a saint

And think not of me again

For there’ll be no conversation

One dirt road, no explanation