Kreuzberg – by Bloc Party

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 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 old bahnhof 

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