pravda

Vampire Weekend

I ve waited through the wars of winter
I ve watched the cherry blossoms bloom
I cannot wait here any longer
I m leaving at the rising of the moon
I know what lies beneath Manhattan
I know who s buried in Grant s Tomb
I wonder if they ll wait a while to clear away my crocodile
I m leaving at the rising of the moon

They always ask me about pravda
It s just the Russian word for truth
Your consciousness is not my problem
Cause when I come home, it won t be home to you

Your uncle Henry lived in Moscow
Your aunt Ludmilla lived ther? too
Irina grew up in Wisconsin
I m leaving at the rising of th? moon
The final moments in a doorway
(The final moments in a doorway)
The sacred light of afternoon
(The sacred light of afternoon)
Something starts to shake the leaves
you tug upon your T-shirt sleeves
And shiver til the rising of the moon

They always ask me about pravda
It s just the Russian word for truth
Your consciousness is not my problem
Cause when I come home, it won t be home to you

I took the family balalaika
Those strings would never stay in tune
I hung it up on the piano
I m leaving at the rising of the moon
I had a job once in Penn Station
(I had a job once in Penn Station)
Down at a tie shop called Tiecoon
(Down at a tie shop called Tiecoon)
Every time my shift began, I d see that quiet businessman
I m leaving at the rising of the moon

They always ask me about pravda
It s just the Russian word for truth
Your consciousness is not my problem
And I hope you know your brain s not bulletproof