Moved to Berlin, a new name.
In the ruins a place to start again.
The light fades on Friedrichstrasse,

your heart beats faster.

In the $#&@ club its hard core.

You've never felt like this before.
The experience of an old !@^%.
A new law.


I'm never going to leave.
the possibilities

have left me on my own.
I'm never going home.


In the cubicle at 3.
Over the cistern you ask Is this me?
in a language youve forgotten,

gobbed on.

You're not a tourist, you talk with ease

and drink where theyve drunk for centuries.
Sleeping until dark.
A frozen park.


I'm never going to leave.
The possibilities

are blowing through my mind.
How can I leave this behind?
I'll make it on my own.

I'm never going home.

You're part of a secret that they keep and keep it so high.

Whispered through long lashes at the back of the old dive.
And you forgot the advice they gave.
Their petty noise is so far away.