Breakfast In Berlin - Julien-K

I hear Berlin calling;

it’s calling all gods

As the fevers rise in this house of cards

We’ve been running through cities and running through mud

I feel the fever rise and the cities sprawl

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

As the fever rises and feelings gone

But we feel

We feel so alive

Running through the streets, lookin roughshod, baby

As the haunting flares light the way through the city tonight

I hear the London streets and the lights in the fog

And the Paris nights awake so long

We keep running, keep running, we can run so far

As Tokyo waits and the fever rises

Running through the streets, lookin roughshod, baby

As the haunting flares light the way through the city tonight

Coughing like hags, we walk through the night

Electric cigarettes and blood on our knives

We can try to talk, but the drinks and drugs

Make it hard to decide as the fever rises

And the fever

And the fever

And the fever

And the fever rises