Isn't it strange we notice that
East is East and West is West
And all the city streets
Between the beer and cigarettes
Are crowded with humanity
None on which are home
Everyone's from somewhere else
Ah, but when in Rome
One does as Romans do
I hear it's getting cold in Berlin
It's cold in London again
My world is shrinking
But I'm forbidden to explore
They offer me the wasteland
But I've been there before
Am I a child, am I a fool
Am I too old for foolish things
How old am I supposed to be
To wish that I had wings
To touch the sky like Icarus
I hear it's getting cold in Berlin
It's cold in London again
I live between the Phoenix flights
The smoke, it makes me sick
Tubes and buses in the night
Filled with f*cking lunatics
Who shout their ignorance
From both sides of the wall
And claim to speak the truth
But I don't speak at all
Except about the weather
I hear it's getting cold in Berlin
It's cold in London again