I blacked out ‘til the morning broke, I was swallowing glass and inhaling smoke, I lost my mind in a haze of cobbled streets and broken windows. I managed to get away, for a minute or two, to catch my breath, just long enough to catch sight of a man with a broken nose and a bandaged leg, sleeping silently in a photo booth on the road where I caught a cab, back through the heart of the tourist district and into our rundown, rented pad.
I met a strange girl from Brazil, she made me laugh for an hour or two and it took me back to the festival where I was sure that I was gonna go (die). But then I bought a beer from a nice bar lady with the kindest eyes that I’d ever seen, she said “…take a water too honey, it’s warm outside, we don’t want you dying do we…”
Oh Berlin my love, I’ve got you underneath my skin. In the early hours of the morning, I can’t help but let you in/win.
I was there talking to you about some of the shit they’d put you through, and I knew that this could be my chance to get you closer. So I met you round the back, away from the others, I was trying to fight off my brother but I knew, I knew that you didn’t have eyes for me…
Oh Berlin my love, I’ve got you underneath my skin. In the early hours of the morning, I can’t help but let you in/win.
I’ve got a fire and it burns in me, it takes me back to the very day I was with you there. I’ve got a fire and it burns in me, I knew back then it was clear to see that I was running scared.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
