Once I had a lover in Berlin
Said a frail old woman
From a table next to mine
His voice was like an ancient violing
And he spoke to me
That voice that voice
I believe they call
It falling for a man
But this falling made me fly
Left me soaring for the sky
There wasn any sense
There was no plan
But who would trade this passion
For the safety of dry land
Not I
Not he
And we knew we had to travel far away
We know we had to disappear
Were no one else could find us
A sailing ship would
Take us from the bay
It sails would fill with
An offshore wind to blind us
We gambled our security
The future for the now
Sailed off towards the storm
Safety cast aside
We gone beyond what reason would allow
But who could tame the tidal
Wave and tell it where to go
Not I
Not You
Reality then brought it to an end
Said the frail old women
Shaking underneath her hat
A decent set of values is no friend
It reason now that blinds us
Please believe
And passion is not willing to be steered
Purity alone won fill
A ship wide sails
Life will sometimes bring
What we most feared
And who could ever say
When to go or when to stay
Not you
Not we
Not us