Pains Of Being Pure At Heart So True
Olga steals drinks from distracted men in bars
While she dreams of the Soviets' return
It's the price they should pay for thinking anyone her age
Should hear what they say
If you don't wake up looking like death in the grass
How do you know that you're not like the rest
And I know that you're not going to rest
And I know that you're really so true
Ylva chains herself to a rig in the sea
And nearly dies in the week she's there
In a city sick with wealth and little else
It's good to feel nothing at all
If you don't lose some skin for the things you believe
How do you know that you really do
And I know that you really do
And I know that you're really so true
Now you're tied to each other
but by winter you'll wonder
If boredom was just an excuse
For locking your arms as the black passing cars
Cast silhouettes of your youth
If you don't lose your breath or the things you believe
How can you know if you really do
And I know that you really do
And I know that you're really so true
But I could never be
