The Soviet Lyrics - Me Without You

God is love and love is real 

But the dead are dancing with the dead 

And though all that's charming disappears 

All of things lovely only hurt my head 

As I gather stones from fields 

Like pearls of water on my fingers' ends 

And wrap them up in boxes 

Safe from windows, from things that break 

As the night-time shined 

Like day it saw my sorry face 

Hair a mess but it liked me best that way 

Besides, how else could I confess? 

When I looked down like if to pray 

Well I was looking down her dress 

Good God, please 

Catch for us the foxes in the vineyard, the little foxes 

So turn your ear, musician, to silence 

Because they only come out when it's quiet 

Their tails brushing over your eyelids 

Oh wake up, sleeper, and rise from the dead 

Or the fur that they shed will cover your bed 

In a delicate orange-ish cinnamon red 

Ah, I don't need this 

I have my loves 

I have my doubts 

I don't need this