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...
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.
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