Paris, Berlin

Paris, Berlin

Will you ever see those

Golden days again ?

With your neon eyes,

And glowing skin

The beat goes on

The story gets rewritten, again

Paris, Berlin

Je me sens comme un nuage, comme un violon

Walking those streets

With a phantom limb.

You offered me a drink,

A mixed up American

Hey babe

Hey babe

The big ring came

Swinging cross the sky

Upside down

Arm in Arm

Arm in Arm

Paris, Berlin

Diesem Seltsam Tagen man musst verstanden

When the lines are drawn,

But the shapes uncertain

They closed it all

Don't you know our Lady's burning.

Burning

Burning