Cupola Spinning Slow (Version 2)

Verse

Cupola spinning slow above the pavement grey

Smoke curl off the kebab stand where I bought my tea today

I walked down Lenin Boulevard till the light went low

Counting steps while the traffic roared like a hungry beast below

My jacket's made of polyester, not silk or wool

I'm not the king of Moscow, just a kid in school

Chorus

Cupola spinning slow above the city lights

I'm chasing nothing but the end of night

Cupola spinning slow above the river wide

Every streetlamp humming till the sun starts to rise

Cupola spinning slow above the old brick wall

I won't find what I'm looking for, but I'll walk it all

Verse

Tall buildings lean in like they're trying to hear me breathe

Street performers juggling fire where the pavement ends and streetlights meet

I watched a guy get up on top of a rusty dumpster high

Playing his saxophone till the crowd started to multiply

My shoelaces keep coming untied but I won't let that stop

Cause every moment spinning feels like something worth the drop

Chorus

Cupola spinning slow above the city lights

I'm chasing nothing but the end of night

Cupola spinning slow above the river wide

Every streetlamp humming till the sun starts to rise

Cupola spinning slow above the old brick wall

I won't find what I'm looking for, but I'll walk it all

Bridge

Maybe I was never meant to catch the dream at all

Just keep on walking through the noise till the city stops its bell

The stars are shining bright behind the concrete high

And every step I take feels like a little bit of goodbye

Chorus

Cupola spinning slow above the city lights

I'm chasing nothing but the end of night

Cupola spinning slow above the river wide

Every streetlamp humming till the sun starts to rise

Cupola spinning slow above the old brick wall

I won't find what I'm looking for, but I'll walk it all