Indica "Goodbye to Berlin" paroles

Goodbye to Berlin

I left my angels in the closet, I wanna feel a bit psychoticAnd empty out, empty out my pocketsI see Charlie over there, flirt with him, toss my hairMust be some, must be something in the air

Parting is such sweet sorrow, I'll wake up tomorrowI know I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turningEast side west side, all that could have beenGoodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I'll be, I'll be, I'll be back again

I'm in my motel "meditating," it gets me so intoxicatedI can't stop, I can't stop nowChampagne on ice, I pop the corkMy bags are packed and by the door, what the hell am I leaving for?

Parting is such sweet sorrow, I'll wake up tomorrowI know I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turningEast side west side, all that could have beenGoodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I'll be, I'll be, I'll be back again

I left my angels in the closet, I wanna feel a bit psychoticAnd empty out empty out my pockets

Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turningEast side west side, all that could have beenGoodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I'll be, I'll be, I'll be back again'Cause I'll be I'll be I'll be back again, 'cause I'll be I'll be I'll be back again