Kreuzberg
There is a wall that runs right through meJust like the city, I will never be joinedWhat is this love? Why can I never hold it?Did it really run out in the strangers' bedrooms?
II have decidedAt twenty-fiveSomething must change
Saturday night in East BerlinWe took the U-Bahn to the East Side GalleryI was sure I'd found love with this one lying with meCrying again in the old bahnhof
II have decidedAt twenty-fiveThat something must change
After sexThe bitter tasteBeen fooled againThe search continues