Eagles of St Petersburg

by Madelleine Müller

Dusty winds sweep past my bedroom in the night
I yearn for rain to cool the flames inside

The walls are caving in
My lungs are tight like tree trunks in the wind

I’m stuck inside, counting the spiders on the wall
Their webs sneak into my dreams at night I hear them crawl

They are calling out for me
Saying, take your wings it’s time for you to leave

I want to fly to the end of the world
Can’t catch my breath the air’s too thin to breathe

I sometimes long for stranger lands
And let the moon be my guide
I’ll follow it blind
Like the eagles of St Petersburg
The eagles of St Petersburg

The lights too bright, my senses strained and overwhelmed
I lie awake my thoughts of what I’ve done I condemn

I have come to the end of the world
I can scream with no restraint and I can breathe

I am here at the end of the world
Where no one knows my name and I am free

I used to long for stranger lands
I’d let the moon be my guide
And followed it blind
Like the eagles of St Petersburg
The eagles of St Petersburg