it was cold in the morning when i left Berlin
but last night's drinks had kept a fire burnin' in
my heart so i needed the chill and the dim
white light of the sun on my sallow skin
before we even get a chance to choose
we are already forgiven
we are already forgiven
we are older than the world we live in
you can't be early, you can't be late
it's not a city, it's a state
it's not a city, it's a state, an island
secret, secluded and excitin'
in the bars they're aloof but they keep an open mind
smoke inside and drink outside
smoke inside and drink warm lager beer
it's the freedom, it's the freedom that i love down here