"I blacked out ‘til the morning broke,
I was swallowing glass and inhaling smoke, 
I lost my mind in a haze of cobbled streets 
and broken windows.
I managed to get away, for a minute or two, 
to catch my breath, just long enough 
to catch sight of a man with a broken nose 
and a bandaged leg, sleeping silently in a photo booth 
on the road where I caught a cab, 
back through the heart of the tourist district 
and into our rundown, rented pad.

I met a strange girl from Brazil, 
she made me laugh for an hour or two 
and it took me back to the festival 
where I was sure that I was gonna go (die). 
But then I bought a beer from a nice bar lady 
with the kindest eyes that I’d ever seen, she said 
“…take a water too honey, it’s warm outside, 
we don’t want you dying do we…”

Oh Berlin my love, I’ve got you underneath my skin.
In the early hours of the morning, 
I can’t help but let you in/win. 

I was there talking to you about some of the shit 
they’d put you through, and I knew 
that this could be my chance to get you closer. 
So I met you round the back, away from the others, 
I was trying to fight off my brother but I knew, 
I knew that you didn’t have eyes for me…

I’ve got a fire and it burns in me, 
it takes me back to the very day I was with you there. 
I’ve got a fire and it burns in me, 
I knew back then it was clear to see that I was running scared."