Lyrics The River Spree - Jaye Jayle

The River Spree

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