Intro/Berlin
Meet me where heaven marries the ocean
I know I won't ever be yours
Therefore, neither, no one else
But I think of us as birds
Working outside our bodies
Being smothered by the sides
Through the melancholic air
Meet me where heaven marries the ocean
I know I won't ever be yours
Therefore, neither, no one else
But I think of us as birds
Working outside our bodies
Being smothered by the sides
Through the melancholic air
Through the melancholic air
(Through the melancholic air)
