Berlin Chair - Eskimo Joe

If half of what I’m saying, of what I’m saying is true

Will you rub my head, make it all shiny and new?

And you drag my coat tails, drag my coat tails down

I’ll be the only cold-assed king around

If you wait I’ll give all my aches to you

Take the chance, to ignore what you’re going through

My cold hand is there for you to take

(Can I fall down)

I’m your Berlin Chair, won’t you lean on me 'til I break?

I’ll ignore each golden, dragging kissing you

On the blankest face that you ever had to forgive

If you see my failings, see my failings through

I’m the re-run that you’ll always force yourself to sit through

If you wait I’ll give all my aches to you

Take a chance, to ignore what you’re going through

My cold hand is there for you to take

(Can I fall down)

I’m your Berlin Chair, won’t you lean on me 'til I break?

It’s too late

It’s too late

It’s too late