Briskeby Berlin
I met my lover in east berlin
He came a-knocking, woulden’t let him in
A lousy morning, could have blamed last night
Wish I had a reason, wish I had a fight
It’s not my style to moan about the past
Never ever did I want you gone
Never ever did I want you gone
Did I want you gone
I lost my lover in east berlin
The love I wanted, woulden’t let it in
I searched the city, I was looking for
I waited forever for the knocking on my door
It’s not my style to moan about the past
Never ever did I want you gone
Never ever did I want you gone
Did I want you gone
