In decadence and sane I stood by the wall Thought I'd left myself at home Thought I'd turned my back to stone But all the strangers knew my name All but one who turned away In fear he'd been there once before Behind that same tormented door
I saw his bed amazing I stole his coat to save the cold Burnt my speech to keep him warm Dropped a boy's mouth for my own But beauty's left the aging for his youth
I want to press my lips To his winter chill flesh And press his hands to the sky I want to sleep in the night In his eyes in the rain in Berlin I want to sleep in the night In his eyes in the rain in Berlin I want to sleep in the night In his eyes in the rain in BerlinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
