Cinematics, The
Moving to Berlin
We've got to get out of this placeThe people here are tired and meanI watched them slash the prophet's faceWith a shard from one of our broken dreamsThey give us wine then they take it awayAnd their neon shrines burn night and dayWhat are we doing here?Where poets are hangedAnd betrayed by a kissShes says "stay here with meYou're going to leave me lonely""Stay here with meYou're going to leave me lost and lonely"What if I want to take you with me?Far away from these scars and barsFrom the hard-faced women of this townWho'll radiate themselves until they turn brownThey'll live and die with little taste of freedomIn their pebble-dashed mausoleumsOur still-born hopes are up in smokeJust as they've been so many times beforeI guess that we'd be fools to believeThat things could be any different this time"Stay here with me..."
From Letras Mania