Berlin - Budo

Treat it like a ghost

It will leave you alone

For a while

For a while

These butterfly hopes can’t cross the ocean

Caught in a jet stream

Won’t fly a while

Frost it when we travel alone

Side by side with strangers alone

We can’t believe were marching alone

This can’t be how meant to soldier on

The suffering we search for what we know

All of us are separate and alone

We can’t believe were marching alone

This can’t be how meant to soldier on