Aivan Karade From Moscow, With My Heart

Coat collar up
Snow on my sleeve
Red star glowing
But I don’t want to leave

Small side street
Sign painted gold
You look up laughing
Like a secret I just told

From Moscow
With my heart
Come take this seat beside me
Steam on the glass
We start
To draw our futures lightly
One little sip
One little spark
I’ll keep you safe inside this dark
From Moscow
With my heart

Doorbell chimes
Soft as your name
Coats on one hook
We’re already in the frame

Tea in tall cups
Cream in your hair
You talk about Paris
But your eyes stay here

Neon on your cheek
Taxi tires sigh
Your hand in my pocket
As the trams roll by

Trust me for a moment
Trust me for the night
I’ll walk you through this city
Till the snow turns light