Letra de 'Berlin' de Amanda Palmer

Your bicycle's chained to the fence outside
There's plenty of offers, but you won't ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights
Oh, Berlin
Nobody knows where you've been

In the space where your brain and your heart collide
You're convinced there's a practical place
That you can hide
And you laugh at the bellhop
Hysterical, hysterical

With your bag full of dresses
And butcher's knives
Oh, Berlin
Nobody knows where you've been

But they all look so ugly and mean
When you're sober
You've auctioned away
All your crimson and clover

And Ronny leaves lines out
And lights up the curtain
You know what you're doing
You know it for certain

The last thing I saw,
They were reading your rights
If you're gonna go down
Then you're going down fighting

As long as you're bent
And as long as they're watching
You're gonna make rent
You got no other option

What?
Did you think you were worth my while?
Did you think I would cramp my style?
That if I had a say in it
That I'd sit here and bite my lip and listen
What?

What?
Do you think that I come off bored?
Paid a fortune to be ignored?
Did you think that I come here
Out of the goodness of my own heart

To work on an assembly line
Of broken hearts?
Not supposed to fix them
Only strip and sell the parts

It’s hard to work on an assembly line
Of broken hearts
Not supposed to fix them
Only strip and sell the parts

Your bicycle's chained to the fence outside
There's plenty of offers, but you won't ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights