There is a wall that runs right through me Just like the city, I will never be joined What is this love? Why can I never hold it? Did it really run out in the strangers' bedrooms? I I have decided At twenty-five Something must change Saturday night in east berlin We took the u-bahn to the east side gallery I was sure I'd found love, with this one lying with me Crying again in the hauptbahnhof I I have decided At twenty-five That something must change After sex The bitter taste Been fooled again The search continues