There is a wall that runs right through me
Just like this city I will never be joined
What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it really run out? In those strangers bedrooms
I have decided at 25
That something must change
Saturday night, in East Berlin
We took the U-Bahn to the east side gallery
I was sure that id found love with this one lying with me
Crying again in the Hauptbahnhof
I have decided at 25
That something must change
After sex the bitter taste
Been fooled again, the search continues
Concerned mothers of the west,
Teach your sons, how to truly love.
All lyrics have been transcribed by me, and of course there will be plenty of major mistakes. If you spot a mistake, feel free to email me at zach DOT barish @ gmail DOT com (spelt out so spammers can't spam me into oblivion!)
This page will also print onto A4 pages with no cropping (all being well).