I hate it here I want to go back to Berlin But I can't I'm not in tune I want to go back to Berlin But I can't It's what I needed It's what you think you want from me I mean, I want to go back to Berlin But I can't I can't! There's a closet On the back shelf of your mind I mean, I want to go back to Berlin But I can't And I'm not afraid of Crossing through that door I hate it here You're walking around thinking of me Over there Now that I'm home I wanna go back to Berlin But I can't If you want to be my lover It's not gonna work I tell you If you want to make an impression It's not gonna work, It's not gonna' work So what you're made of Little pieces of, pieces of Intention I cannot find And I weed out every lie I feel fine I feel I've grown I've grown into I'm still in love with those nights On the back shelf of my mind My apartment of redesign There's no space for you and I But I feel fine I know, I know, I know I want it What's the solution? Just know, just know, you know you want it I keep pushing to my feet into the ground