Album: The Night Is Ours
Moved to Berlin, a new name
In the ruins a place to start again
The light fades on Friedrichstrasse,
Your heart beats faster
In the fuck club it's hard core
You've never felt like this before
The experience of an old whore
A new law
I'm never going to leave
The possibilities
Have left me on my own
I'm never going home
In the cubicle at 3
Over the cistern you ask 'Is this me'?
In a language you've forgotten,
Gobbed on
You're not a tourist, you talk with ease
And drink where they've drunk for centuries
Sleeping until dark
A frozen park
I'm never going to leave
The possibilities
Are blowing through my mind
How can I leave this behind'
I'll make it on my own
I'm never going home
You're part of a secret that they keep and keep it so high
Whispered through long lashes at the back of the old dive
And you forgot the advice they gave
Their petty noise is so far away