Berlin, that’s what I’m in
I’m thinkin’ about David
Thinkin’ about Iggy
Broken glasses
And a dead phone
Torn sheet of paper
On my tongue
I’m out here on my own
The hotel is close
Just across that bridge
Performers in the streets threatening me
I gave them a twenty bit was all I had
The hotel is close
Just cross that bridge
Then turn right at the wall in Berlin
I was lost
So stop for a drink
“Do you know where this hotel is”
I ask the man tending the bar
“You are in this hotel, my friend”
He simply gave me the key
He did not question a thing
Berlin, that’s what I’m in
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I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately. spaceman2250