Stadium Arcadium

Bells around St. Petersburg When I saw you I hope I get what you deserve And this it is where I find Smoke surrounds your perfect face And I Pushing a broom out into space And this is where I find a way The stadium arcadium A mirror to the moon I State of the art Until the clouds come crashing Stranger things have happened Both before and after noon I Pushing myself And no I don Now Alone inside my forest room And it I never thought I And it I never thought I But this is where I start Derelict days and there stereo plays For the all night crowd That is cannot phase And I Tedious weeds that the media breeds But the animal gets what the animal needs And I And this is where I find Rays of dust that wrap around Your citizen Kind enough to disavow And this is where I stand