Communist Love Song Songtext

If you're ever less than certain about the world
Please don't let the worry make its way into your work
And if you would stick up for me in the face of some adversity
Know that I would only do the same

Cuz it was well conceived in theory
But it doesn't work in life
And me I will not write it off
Not ever having tried

Well I don't know but I've told
Not to hang on to my hope
Well I don't know but I've told but
That these are lies and they get old

So look me in the eyes under expanding winter skies
You'll find a feeling there that never knows the cold
Look me in the eyes and the skeptic in me dies
The skeptic is a fool
We are exceptions to the rule
Cuz this is our land
This is our land
I will cross it holding your hand
From Kursk to Moscow we will not be turned away

This is our land
This is our land
I will cross it holding your hand
In crooked streets of Petersburg
We are all the same

So if you're ever less than certain about the world
Please don't let the worry make its way into your work
And if you would stick up for me in the face of great adversity
Know that I would do the same
Know we are the same

If you would stick up for me
Speak kindly and poetically
You can be my personal ambassador to the world

And if you're ever less than certain
I will be your Iron Curtain
I will be your Berlin Wall
And I will never fall