Besedila: Supergrass. St. Petersburg.

Before the time of the morning sandman
I can find my way around
Soon be here at the borderline, I guess
Armageddon coming down

And here lies a pretty state again
It's time to make a move on
'Cause in three days, I'll be out of here
And it's not a day too soon

Firelight, the light of love, burns
Turns to ashes in your hand
So to bed by the morning light, I guess
And I'm awake and understand

Set sail for St. Petersburg
Making use of my time
'Cause in three days, I'll be out of here

And it's not a day too soon

Head out to a better life
I can get a job, settle down
I'm full of love, of a full of feeling
I can't stand the here and now

We leave town for pity's sake, you know
It's time to make a move on
'Cause in three days, I'll be out of here
And it's not a day too soon

Yeah, three days, I'll be out of here
And it's not a day too soon