There is a wall that runs right through me
Just like the city, I will never be joined
What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it really run out in the strangers' bedrooms?
I
I have decided
At twenty-five
Something must change
Saturday night in east berlin
We took the u-bahn to the east side gallery
I was sure I'd found love, with this one lying with me
Crying again in the hauptbahnhof
I
I have decided
At twenty-five
That something must change
After sex
The bitter taste
Been fooled again
The search continues
