3. Sometimes Berlin

Written from a dreamlike perspective, Sometimes Berlin tells the story of an out of body experience, a relationship to a room, to a city, and to a lover.

 

Sometimes Berlin and all the world

And all that we know

And all that makes sense grows on a roof

Of what we sew

 

And I'm on the floor

Chin heavy as I remember the sun

From the edge of the shore

Light as a feather

 

Somebody else's mouth was mine

And hands that break October leaves on the trees

Sometimes Berlin is all I see

Somebody else's mouth was mine

And hands that break October leaves

Sometimes Berlin is all I see

 

Everything must be pink 

In the space between my fingernails

And the tongue inside the record player

Keeps screaming, "we will" 

And sometimes Berlin

Catches an old sense of me

I could've held you in these streets

 

But somebody else's mouth was mine

And hands that break October leaves on the trees

Sometimes Berlin is all I see

Somebody else's mouth was mine

And hands that break October leaves

Sometimes Berlin is all I see