Berlin

I'm tearing our pages Past the centerfold This story is contagious I'm drinking twice as much when I am not home Thinking twice as much when I'm on my own Sometimes I'm feeling better alone It's all right, don't have to pick up the phone If it's nothing Or if it's Sunday Sometimes I'm feeling better alone It's all right, don't have to pick up the phone If it's nothing Or if it's Sunday Sunday in Berlin Blow away my sins Like the wind gets louder To the windows, keep me in Sunday in Berlin I'm feeling very thin As the grey clouds move on I try to do so, within My Sunday in Berlin My mind is spacious Like a catacomb I carry my mistakes Cut in little pieces Healing with the seasons So they say Sometimes I'm feeling better alone It's all right, don't have to pick up the phone If it's nothing Or if it's Sunday Sunday in Berlin Blow away my sins Like the wind gets louder To the windows, keep me in Sunday in Berlin I'm feeling very thin As the grey clouds move on I try to do so, within My Sunday in Berlin I can't move on, it's always on my mind I can't move on, it's always on my mind I can't move on, it's always on my mind I can't move on, it's always on my mind Sometimes I'm feeling better alone It's all right, don't have to pick up the phone If it's nothing Or if it's Sunday