Berlin
The night cuts me into a thousand pieces
By the East Side Gallery I wait for you
The U-Bahn rattles the bridge above
Every single shade of red and blue
Steam on the sidewalks, dealers in Görlitzer Park
Sunday morning is still Saturday night
Broken glass, rubbers, cigarettes and lovers
Everybody here is chasing the light

Berlin always tastes like more

Tempelhof barbecues, Pilsner and Brötchen
Refugee camps looking on
Contrails in the sky but the plane is grounded
From Cold War times long gone
Rock n roll dances, tattooed flesh and glances
Monet's haystacks for sitting on
Crowded summer Sundays all around the runways
Die Stadt ist wunderschön

Berlin always tastes like more

The valley burns so hard and bright
The music plays on into the daylight
She looks at me with the wildest eyes
The valley burns so hard and bright

Tiergarten bathers and all-night ravers
Dungeons, whips and leather cuffs
I'm so thirsty for experience sometimes I get delirious
Chasing every diamond in the rough

Berlin always tastes like more
Sean Taylor Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Ambient Electric Guitars & Electric Piano
Ben Walker Electric & Slide Guitars
Mike Seal Double Bass
Paulina Szczepaniak Percussion & Drums"