kent - Tillbaka Till Samtiden

[cimorene]

Berlin

Sure, the night is dark
Sure, the ground is cold
But we freeze together
Two skeletons rattling in time
You stand outside
I stand outside
Out of betrayal and shame came
slowly a feeling of power

They whisper, You're timeless,
but they mean old-fashioned
A malice that becomes the
ultimate compliment
You said you wanted stolen
black roses on your grave
A fleur de lis in gold
on black beside your name

You are life
You are the long miles between here and Berlin

They can become big
They can get the job done
Their task this year is to shit on everything we said
We give up in the end
We abdicate, now
And the decomposition begins
Just when we turn 37

Darling, I've never been able to
teach you anything at all
At best I can contribute
with a feeling
You smell faintly of wet, white
roses, old earth
A fleur de lis in gold on
black beside your name

You are life... you are
The long miles between here and Berlin
You are life
You are a fight in the car
on the way to Paris
You are life
You are the long miles between here and Berlin
in my life
you were a fight in the car from Paris
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin