The sky of Berlin lights, like 65 years ago
I guess we're all stuck in the past
In the roar of an angry night, it'll curl your blood when it's right outside,
well God help planes tonight, yeah God help planes tonight.
Water flows where streets had been and lightning tries to steal its way into darkened rooms that need to sleep but this Berlin sky, it wants to weep...
So I can only look on, I can only look on, at this Berlin storm.
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