| A playground with no kids on it
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| In the middle of Berlin
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| After another drunken night I sit
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| On a bench and I begin
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| To wonder why I’m half asleep
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| Why my head hurts so bad
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| I wonder if I’m just a creep
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| Trying not to be mad
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| It’s like with everything I do
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| The beginning’s so exciting
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| In the middle part I doubt
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| And in the end I’m disappointed
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| With you
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| I wanna clear and clean my thoughts
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| Coz it’s turned into obsession
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| And babe what I hate the most
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| Is that you’re my first addiction
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| It’s like every time I blink
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| I’m shocked and amazed
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| But when I start to drink
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| It’s only dreams that I chase
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| It’s like with everything I do
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| The beginning’s so exciting
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| In the middle part I doubt
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| And in the end I’m disappointed
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| I’d share it all, I’d share it all, I’d share it all with you
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| It’s like with everything I do
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| The beginning’s so exciting
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| In the middle part I doubt
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| And in the end I’m disappointed
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| It’s like with everything we do
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| The beginning’s so exciting
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| In the middle part we doubt
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| And in the and we’re disappointed do |