Sevastopol
from lyra messier (2023) by lyra messier
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lyrics
Isthmus, save me from the splendour and shock of the mainland
I’d like to take shelter in a burnt down church and watch an age go by
Crash test, airfield, down on the ground was a thought that’s been contained
It said: “What if to question is all that one needs to be free?”
Perpetually looking for a place to hide
(From the time, from the eyes, from the memories)
Drop dead on a road to the south or the west or wherever it leads
(I think I’ve thought about it)
You, untouched, could let an air force die
(It’s too bad you’ve already been weaponised)
From this window, the sky looks strikingly bright
(Is it me? Is it you? Do we mind? Or—)
Sixteen, seventeen dead and dying
(Why’d you want to second-guess when you’ve got an engine running?)
Swallowed up by a smoke cloud rising
(Why’d you want to take the time when you’ve got investors calling?)
On the day you’re about to set sail you’re reminded
(Why’d you want a lack of disease when you can’t live without it?)
That keeping people in line is a breeze when they’re blinded
(Fly me to Crimea, where I can follow down the drain)
Perpetually looking for a place to hide
Drop dead on a road to the north or the east or wherever it leads
You, untouched, could let a navy die
(It’s too bad you’ve already been compromised)
From this window, the sky looks strikingly bright
(Is it me? Is it you? Do we mind? Or—)
Sixty, seventy dead and dying
(Why’d you want to second-guess when you’ve got an engine running?)
Swallowed up by a smoke cloud rising
(Why’d you want to take the time when you’ve got investors calling?)
On the day you’re about to set sail you’re reminded
(Why’d you want a lack of disease when you can’t live without it?)
That keeping people in line is a breeze when they’re blinded
(Fly me to Crimea, where I can follow down the drain)
A hundred, was it? I’ve lost count
Dying
(Why’d you want to second-guess when you’ve got an engine running?)
Swallowed up by a smoke cloud rising
(Why’d you want to take the time when you’ve got investors calling?)
On the day you’re about to set sail you’re reminded
(Why’d you want a lack of disease when you can’t live without it?)
That keeping people in line is a breeze when they’re blinded
(Fly me to Crimea, and I will follow down the drain)
I’d like to take shelter in a burnt down church and watch an age go by
Crash test, airfield, down on the ground was a thought that’s been contained
It said: “What if to question is all that one needs to be free?”
Perpetually looking for a place to hide
(From the time, from the eyes, from the memories)
Drop dead on a road to the south or the west or wherever it leads
(I think I’ve thought about it)
You, untouched, could let an air force die
(It’s too bad you’ve already been weaponised)
From this window, the sky looks strikingly bright
(Is it me? Is it you? Do we mind? Or—)
Sixteen, seventeen dead and dying
(Why’d you want to second-guess when you’ve got an engine running?)
Swallowed up by a smoke cloud rising
(Why’d you want to take the time when you’ve got investors calling?)
On the day you’re about to set sail you’re reminded
(Why’d you want a lack of disease when you can’t live without it?)
That keeping people in line is a breeze when they’re blinded
(Fly me to Crimea, where I can follow down the drain)
Perpetually looking for a place to hide
Drop dead on a road to the north or the east or wherever it leads
You, untouched, could let a navy die
(It’s too bad you’ve already been compromised)
From this window, the sky looks strikingly bright
(Is it me? Is it you? Do we mind? Or—)
Sixty, seventy dead and dying
(Why’d you want to second-guess when you’ve got an engine running?)
Swallowed up by a smoke cloud rising
(Why’d you want to take the time when you’ve got investors calling?)
On the day you’re about to set sail you’re reminded
(Why’d you want a lack of disease when you can’t live without it?)
That keeping people in line is a breeze when they’re blinded
(Fly me to Crimea, where I can follow down the drain)
A hundred, was it? I’ve lost count
Dying
(Why’d you want to second-guess when you’ve got an engine running?)
Swallowed up by a smoke cloud rising
(Why’d you want to take the time when you’ve got investors calling?)
On the day you’re about to set sail you’re reminded
(Why’d you want a lack of disease when you can’t live without it?)
That keeping people in line is a breeze when they’re blinded
(Fly me to Crimea, and I will follow down the drain)
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from lyra messier (2023),
released November 10, 2023
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