Breakfast In Berlin

I hear berlin calling, it's calling all gods

As the fevers rise in this house of cards

We've been, running through the cities and running through mud

Feel the fevers rise and the cities fall

I see the moon on the water and sweat on my brow

As the fever rises and the feeling's gone

But we feel

We feel so alive

Ah ah ah ah ah- ah ah ah- ah- ah-

Ah ah ah ah ah- ah ah ah- ah- ah- ah ha

Running through the streets looking roughshot baby

As the haunting flares, light the way through the city tonight

I hear london streets and the lights in the fog

And the various nights don't wake so long

We keep running and running, we can run so far

As tokyo wakes, and the fever rises!

Ah ah ah ah ah- ah ah ah- ah- ah-

Ah ah ah ah ah- ah ah ah- ah- ah- ah ha

Running through the streets looking roughshot baby

As the haunting flares, light the way through the city tonight

Coffin white hands, we walk through the night

Electric cigarettes and blood on the knives

We can try to talk but the drinks and drugs

Make it hard to decide as the fever- fever- fever

Ah ah ah ah ah- ah ah ah- ah- ah