Archipelago - Miike Snow

Please, the ward he offers me a pack of cigarettes

They aren’t his, and yet I feel it coming on

I feel it coming on a sense of welling grief

And though they‘re serving samovar, somehow I’d rather be

Up in an airplane above the archipelago

I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago

I could see where you grew up, and the murderer in me

Please, the blanket and the sheets

The leaves the gardener rakes are articles of faith

The company believes I’m running derelict around these foreign streets

The colonel knows I want to crack his head for taking me

Up in an airplane above the archipelago

I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago

Now I see where you grew up, and the murderer in me

They said there was an ice age forty thousand years ago

Incidents of road rage warring on the streets below

They said there was an ice age forty thousand years ago

Incidents of road rage warring on the streets below

Up in an airplane above the archipelago

I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago

Now I see where you grew up, and the murderer in me