Words are fun and games The silence speaks of pain I read aloud because you asked me to You fell asleep, then the silence grew Silent room I do not belong Don't think you've done me wrong 'Cause I'm not your ghost, and I never was But you didn't ask Wrapped up in your womb Wanderlust Wanderlust Wanderlust Fever, one last thing Before you take me in Did I make her laugh, was it just pretend? Was she being kind? Yes, she was kinder then, in Berlin