There is a wall that runs right through me

Just like the city, I will never be joined

What is this love? Why can I never hold it?

Did it really run out in the strangers' bedrooms?



I

I have decided

At twenty-five

Something must change



Saturday night in East Berlin

We took the U-Bahn to the East Side Gallery

I was sure I'd found love with this one lying with me

Crying again in the old bahnhof



I

I have decided

At twenty-five

That something must change



After sex

The bitter taste

Been fooled again

The search continues