St. Petersburg

In St. Petersburg, in the night
Where the light shines down on the snow
On the banisters, what a mess
I can`t guess at what I don`t know

She cuts like a knife
She cuts like a wife
She cuts like someone I once knew

She cuts like a stream
Flows into my dream
You cut me and I bleed for you

And in Williamsburg by the lake
Where the stake went deep in your heart
On the banisters, it`s alright
It`s so tight that it drives you apart

She hangs from a hook
She hangs like a crook
Had gone and hung her up there

She spins `round and `round
Three feet off the ground
But why she does, I don`t care

She cuts like a knife
She cuts like a wife
She cuts like someone I once knew

She cuts like a stream
Flows into your dream
You cut me and I bleed for...