Berlin

Dead Sons

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We walk the streets of Berlin as the morning grows
Captivated you turned and you softly spoke
You invoked me to
Run away with you

Close your eyes and dream your dreams of our escape
Go to the cathedral but please don't be late
I'll be waiting there
We'll disappear somewhere

Outside the streets are calling
A cross against the fear
I'll hold you in the morning
Far away from here

Throw your arms around me and
whole fall in deep
Across the local square while sailing fast asleep
We can make it through
I'll run away with you

Outside the streets are calling
A cross against the fear
I'll hold you in the morning
Far away from here

Outside the streets are calling
A cross against the fear
I'll hold you in the morning
Far away from here

Oh bitter and triumphant
You render me a fool
Yes, your eyes are a pool of seduction
Floating in the raptures
You remove your pedestal
And relieve this growing sense of abandon