Lyrics

Diamonds in the face of nighttime
Watch them as they float along
I was up there floating with them
And you know that I was gone
The radio sings a patriot song
It's the devil that you know
Yulia, Yulia, Yulia

We were standing on the platform
Favourite sons of history
Now you're back in Poshekhonye
Writin' in your diary
They flip one switch, and mission control
And I'm never coming home
Yulia, Yulia, Yulia

Oh, oh like waking from a fever dream
Oh, oh like floating in the salty sea
I'm standing here, drifting alone
And my heart beats slow
And I hope they bring my body back, Yulia

So when they turn the cameras on you
Baby, please still speak for me
Turn up to the dark above you
As they edit me from history
I'm 20 million miles from my comfortable home
This place is very cold
Yulia, Yulia, Yulia

There's nothing out here, nothing out here, nothing out
Nothing out here, nothing out here

There's nothing out here, nothing out here, nothing out
Here, nothing out here, nothing out