Donair wrappers unwrapped and extinguished
Crotch of a rollie inside yellow fingers
Nothing lasts but nearly everything lingers in lifeCellphone service is not that expensive
But that takes commitment and you just don't have it
Feels so effortless to be a stranger
But feeling foreign is such a lonely habitYou can't crop yourself out of the picture
Out-of-focus but still framed insideWell, Berlin got blurry
And my heart started hurting for youLoudmouthed living got you some attention
And second chances given without doubt
'Guess you've got a history but it's not worth a mention tonightKind ears captive to the beers you've purchased
Sipping through your seeds of plaster confession
Telling pretty stories, is it your sole purpose?
Telling everybody that you've learned your lessonBut no-one's falling for that nice-guy bullshit
They waited years, you can wait one nightWell Berlin got blurry
When my eyes started telling it toFunny how it charms you, that Teutonic frankness
Listen and it arms you with a new kind of patience
Maybe it alarms you 'cause it tastes so familiar and wildFrench fries, ketchup, hot-dog are the main ingredients
Swears in flawless english it's the best in town
Funny how a sameness cannot be distinguished
Strangeness is relieving when you're pointed outEmails, poems, slogans on example
Of three things I can't unifyWell, Berlin got blurry
As my thoughts all hurried to you
Songwriters
SEAN YEATON, ANDREW SAVAGE, MAXWELL SAVAGE, AUSTIN BROWNPublished by
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY