Song Lyrics
To die in your arm in berlin, to die in your arm in berlin, because my soul was burning
To die in your arm in berlin, sometimes i feel like i just can t win
Sometimes i feel like i was born, from a sweet transvestite s lips, intoxicated by the orchids
Sometimes i feel like i just can t win, whores and pimps Die, abandoned in the garden
sometimes i feel like i just can t win
To die in your arm in berlin, to die in your arm in berlin, because my soul was burning
There is no choice and no difference, to die in your arm in berlin
Sometimes i feel like screaming, sometimes i feel like i just can t win
To die in your arm in berlin, to die in your arm in berlin To, breathing the pale moon silver
Whores and pimps, sometimes i feel like screaming Die, demanding morphine for communion
Because my soul was burning, abandoned in the garden
Sometimes i feel like screaming, to die in your arm in berlin, sometimes i feel like i was born
Sometimes i feel like i just can t win, sometimes i feel like i just can t win
Sometimes i feel like screaming, and no one seems to notice
Intoxicated by the orchids, sometimes i feel like i was born Die, sometimes i feel like i was born
Sometimes i feel like i just can t win, sometimes i feel like screaming, to die in your arm in berlin
To die in your arm in berlin, to die in your arm in berlin Berlin, whores and pimps
Stranded in the sweet windings, abandoned in the garden, intoxicated by the orchids
To die in your arm in berlin, tasting the last drops of life Berlin, to die in your arm in berlin
Tasting the last drops of life, stranded in the sweet windings Hagen, to die in your arm in berlin
whores and pimps
To die in your arm in berlin, sometimes i feel like i was born
To die in your arm in berlin, breathing the pale moon silver, stranded in the sweet windings
Sometimes i feel like screaming, sometimes i feel like i just can t win
Sometimes i feel like i just can t win, abandoned in the garden
Sometimes i feel like i was born, because my soul was burning
Tasting the last drops of life, to die in your arm in berlin
Breathing the pale moon silver, devils around my bed, sometimes i feel like i was born
abandoned in the garden
sometimes i feel like i was born
to die in your arm in berlin
because my soul was burning
To die in your arm in berlin, and no one seems to notice
Whores and pimps, sometimes i feel like screaming
Sometimes i feel like i just can t win, sometimes i feel like i just can t win
to die in your arm in berlin
To die in your arm in berlin, to die in your arm in berlin To, sometimes i feel like screaming
sometimes i feel like i was born
tasting the last drops of life
Whores and pimps, sometimes i feel like screaming Nina, breathing the pale moon silver
Whores and pimps, sometimes i feel like screaming
Because my soul was burning, devils around my bed Hagen, whores and pimps
Abandoned in the garden, because my soul was burning
And no one seems to notice, sometimes i feel like i was born
Sometimes i feel like screaming, because my soul was burning Die, sometimes i feel like i was born
Sometimes i feel like screaming, to die in your arm in berlin Born, whores and pimps
sometimes i feel like screaming
Demanding morphine for communion, to die in your arm in berlin
To die in your arm in berlin, sometimes i feel like i was born
there is no choice and no difference
To die in your arm in berlin, breathing the pale moon silver To, from a sweet transvestite s lips