Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

I know I loved you then
 I think I love you still
 But this prophecy of ours
 Has come back dressed to kill
 Three stones on a mountain
 Three small holes in a field
 You've given me the big dream
 But you can't make it real
 O, wicked world
 Just think what could have been
 Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
 All I do is lose, but baby
 All I want's to win
 Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
 A hundred years or more
 It feels like such a dream
 An endless conversation
 Since 1917
 Now the battery is too hot
 It's burning up in its tray
 Young marriages are melting
 And dying where they lay
 O, wicked world
 Just think what could have been
 Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
 All I do is lose, but baby
 All I want's to win
 Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
 Our tongues will fall so still
 Our teeth will all decay
 A minute feels much longer
 With nothing left to say
 So let them win the battle
 But don't let them restart
 That genocidal feeling
 That beats in every heart
 O, wicked world
 Just think what could have been
 Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
 All I do is lose, but baby
 All I want's to win
 Jerusalem, New York, Berlin