There is a wall that runs right through me Just like the city, I will never be joined What is this love? Why can I never hold it? Did it really run out in the strangers' bedrooms?
I I have decided At twenty-five Something must change
Saturday night in East Berlin We took the U-Bahn to the East Side Gallery I was sure I'd found love with this one lying with me Crying again in the old bahnhof
I I have decided At twenty-five That something must change
After sex The bitter taste Been fooled again The search continues