Russian Wisdom - Sky Architect

Green olives are closing in on me

It’s a Sunday at a party in a morgue

Some russian died, I don’t care

Chance is I don’t want to dare

To take that last green olive

Meteors will light the sky

Heavens will fall oh my

Please don’t tell me I’m just scared

Russians all around

You’ll have to take a chance

Because you lost a game

Of wisdom

The universe will stop

Little things will fall at once

Because you lost a game

Against your gods

Everyday I see that pretty bird

I carry

A photograph as a talisman

The old owl is russian wisdom

Even as he is as old as I am

Always speaking to my imagination

They’re having their talkshows

About the weather and about

How I’m gonna die tomorrow

Everywhere I look

I notice the presence of his act

Inspecting, judging

Making me go back

Is it just a conspiracy

Or a lie against my pain

Everlasting superstition

Russians

Russians all around

You’ll have to take a chance

Because you lost a game

Of wisdom

The universe will stop

Little things will fall at once

Because you lost a game

Against your gods