Berlin

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