Bells around St. Petersburg
When I saw you.

I hope I get what you deserve.
And this is where I find...

Smoke surrounds your perfect face
And I'm falling.

Pushin a broom out into space,
And this is where I find a way.

The Stadium Arcadium.
mirror to the moon
I'm forming, I'm warming,
State of the art -
Until the [bad word] crashing.

Stranger things have happened
Both before and after noon.
I'm forming, I'm warming,
Pushing myself.
And no, I don't mind asking
Now.

Alone inside my forest room,
And it's storming.

I never thought I'd be in bloom,
But this is where I start.

Derelict days and the stereo plays
For the all night crowd,
That it cannot phase.
And I'm calling

Tedious weeds that the media breeds,
But the animal gets what the animal needs.
And I'm sorry.

The Stadium Arcadium.
mirror to the moon
I'm forming, I'm warming,
State of the art -
Until the [bad word] crashing.

Stranger things have happened
Both before and after noon.
Well, I'm forming, I'm warming,
Pushing myself.
And no, I don't mind asking
Now.

And this is where I find.

Rays of dust that wrap around
Your citizen.
Kind enough to disavow.
And this is where I stand?

The Stadium Arcadium.
mirror to the moon
Well, I'm forming, I'm warming,
State of the art -
Until the [bad word] crashing.

Stranger things have happened
Both before and after noon.
Well, and I'm forming, I'm warming,
Pushing myself.
And no, I don't mind asking
Now.

The Stadium Arcadium.
mirror to the moon
Well, I'm forming, I'm warming,
State of the art -
Until the [bad word] crashing.

Stranger things have happened
Both before and after noon.
Well, and I'm forming, I'm warming,
To you.