Oh Berlin - U2

White snow turning to slush\nA festival of brown in the city of my crush\nIf you walk around, you can step inside\nKöthner Straße achtunddreißig\nOh Berlin\nWho could think they would find you by just looking\nOh Berlin\nHow many of us hide in you\nOh Berlin\nTo think I could know you by your name\nTo stare and not be stared\nTo look and not be seen\nTo feel new feelings\nRather than understand where you’ve just been\nFame, huh\nOh Berlin\nWho could they would find you by just looking\nOh Berlin\nWhen you flap your angel wings\nOh Berlin\nTo think that I could know you by your name\nChasing the ghosts of our heroes\nLou Reed, David Bowie, Iggy, Wim Wenders, Rilke\nTo change location rather than change yourself\nTo ask for directions rather than ask for help\nTo remain always a true friend\nOh Berlin\nWho could think they would find you by just looking\nOh Berlin\nWhen you flap your angel wings\nOh Berlin\nTo think that I could know you by your name\nWho, if I cried out, would hear me among the angelic orders\nAnd even if one to suddenly take me to its heart\nI would vanish into its stronger existence\nFor beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror\nThat we are still able to bear and we revere it so\nBecause it calmly disdains to destroy us\nEvery angel is terror\nEvery angel is terror\nOh Berlin\nEvery angel is terror\nEvery angel is terror\nWho would think they could find you by just looking\nEvery angel is terror\nEvery angel is terror\nOh Berlin\nHow many of us hide in you\nOh Berlin\nTo think that I could know you by a single name