Russian Holiday - Blaze Bayley, Thomas Zwijsen

After every late night, there is an early start

Some of the roads aren’t roads

And all the seats are hard

Sixteen men are boys, we laugh about these things

I don’t want to understand my Russian holiday

Saint Petersburg is overnight and we sleep on the train

And I am Harry Palmer from a film with Michael Caine

Tinker tailor soldier spy and someone disappeared

And now he’s back again on my Russian holiday

Another crazy show, and there’s no JD on the stage

Today they watched and waited

Outside in the freezing rain

Have you got a line I heard an old man say

No we don’t have that here, on my Russian holiday

Who can tell me now, will I ever see home again

I would give my life if I could see your face now

Who can tell me now, will I ever see home again

I would give my life if I could see your face now

If I could see your face

I’m feeling so down, but I don’t get worse

So that is a good thing in the Russian world

They go by their hearts, and not on their feet

They are as tough as anyone can be

On my Russian holiday

Who can tell me now, will I ever see home again

I would give my life if I could see your face now

Who can tell me now, will I ever see home again

I would give my life if I could see your face now

If I could see your face