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