Night Train To Moscow - Brazzaville

Night Train to Moscow

Say good bye to the Petersburg sun

The half light of winter afternoons long gone

Pancakes and mushrooms

Tea with the hookers at dawn

The TV is warning of a coming storm

Come lay with me

Hide me in your arms

And sing to me

Of all the other sailors

Their promises

Flowers and champagne

And in the end

Life’s just a Sunday morning

Night Train to Moscow

Be kind to your loneliest son

There’s frost on your windows

But your heart is warm

Come lay with me

Hide me in your arms

And sing to me

Of all the other sailors

Their promises

Flowers and champagne

And in the end

Life’s just a Sunday morning