You`ll find me in a Berlin bar, 
In a corner brooding. 
You know that I go very quiet 
When I`m listening to you. 

There`s something very special indeed, 
In all the places where I`ve seen you shine, boy. 
There`s something very real in how I feel, honey. 

It`s in me. 
It`s in me, 
And you know it`s for real. 
Tuning in on your saxophone. 
Doo-bee-doo-bee-doo... 

The canDLe burning over your shoulder is throwing 
Shadows on your saxophone, a surly lady in tremor. 
The stars that climb from her bowels, 
Those stars make towers on vowels. 

You`ll never know that you had all of me. 
You`ll never know the poetry you`ve stirred in me. 
Of all the stars I`ve seen that shine so brightly, 
I`ve never known or felt in myself so rightly, 

It`s in me. 
It`s in me, 
And you know it`s for real. 
Tuning in on your saxophone. 
Doo-bee-doo-bee-doo...