Driving through Berlin, dwelling on your sin,
Coming to terms with what you’ve done
Crawling past the Reichstag, searching for a way back,
Yet knowing that there’s none

If I could see you one more time,
I’d want the truth from you, for my peace of mind.

Then I would run, I would hide
From the lies you spun, those feelings inside for you

Pacing the Kreuzberg streets, musing on your deceits,
how it’s shattered my self-esteem
Brooding on the words of Van Zandt, Catholicism you must recant
I fall victim to another scheme

If I could see you one more time
I’d tease the truth from you, to ease my troubled mind

Then I would run, I would hide
From the lies you spun, those feelings inside for you

If you stopped chasing money, you might feel content
There’s not many a penny, of someone else’s you’ve not spent

When your depression lifts, ponder over the seismic rifts,
heavy on your conscience they will weigh
All your life you will be trapped, to the guilt you will be strapped until vengeance strikes and carries you away

If I could see you one more time
You’d be left in no doubt, that it would be the last time

Then I would run, I would hide
From the lies you spun, those feelings inside for you
For you