Lyrics

Russian baby you are
Bleak as snow
Down to your dirty Junes
Your knuckles and hands
Desolate bones
But I'll cut you out of paper thin--you'll be paper bare
I'll wind you back to a happy tune
and I'll find you back in there
I'll make you real, I'll make you again

Married to the bells you are
Married to all that's gone ahead
but you're just gunnin' away, you're gunnin' away
everything I know
I'll wind you back to a happy tune
and I'll find you back again
I'll turn to a cave, an empty room
and I'll find you back and then

I'll make you real, I'll make you real
again

Don't you find me anywhere? Can't you find me anywhere?