Wolf Parade Yulia
Diamonds in the face of nighttime Watch them as they float along I was up there floating with them And you know that I was gone The radio sings a patriot song It's the devil that you know Yulia, Yulia, Yulia
We were standing on the platform Favourite sons of history Now you're back in Poshekhonye Writin' in your diary They flip one switch, and mission control And I'm never coming home Yulia, Yulia, Yulia
Oh, oh like waking from a fever dream Oh, oh like floating in the salty sea I'm standing here, drifting alone And my heart beats slow And I hope they bring my body back, Yulia
So when they turn the cameras on you Baby, please still speak for me Turn up to the dark above you As they edit me from history I'm 20 million miles from my comfortable home This place is very cold Yulia, Yulia, Yulia
There's nothing out here, nothing out here, nothing out Nothing out here, nothing out here
There's nothing out here, nothing out here, nothing out Here, nothing out here, nothing out
