Russian Futurists C'mon Lyrics

I've been wondering for a while now what sort of force
you're usin'That keeps me up nights sad and boozin'
Just called to tell you I kind of like it, I know it
sounds sadistic
But when it's gone Oh how I miss it
I've grown accustomed to the feeling; I know I've hit
the bottom,
Time skips like stones on ponds in Autumn
But at a tavern, Late one Sunday I had a premonition;
Forgettin' you was my life's mission
But if you stare up into the sky
There's people like you and I
Dancin' on the moon at night
And the black sky's pierced by a burst of white
Stare up into the sky

There's people like you and I
Dancin' on the moon, just check
And the sky's turned into a discotheque I've been wondering for a while now what sort of force
you're usin'
That keeps me drinkin', thinkin', losin'
Is it on purpose? A conscious effort? Cause if so
you're a sadist
And you fill my books with angry pages
It's getting colder with Christmas coming, I don't know
why you're opposin'
The winter's just the summer frozen
And on your rooftop late at night time the moon's as
white as birchbark,
It's like the universe's freakish birthmark
And on your rooftop late at night time we watch them oh
so joyous
And count hours until the sun destroys us
And on your rooftop late at night time we watch them oh
so joyous
And count hours until the sun destroys us