Friedrichstrasse - Youth Group

Moved to Berlin, a new name

In the ruins a place to start again

The light fades on Friedrichstrasse

Your heart beats faster

In the fuck club it’s hardcore

You’ve never felt like this before

The experience of an old whore

A new law

I’m never gonna leave

The possibilities have left me on my own

I’m never going home

In the cubicle at 3

Over the cistern you ask, «Is this me?»

In a language you’ve forgotten, gobbed on

You’re not a tourist, you talk with ease

And drink where they’ve drunk for centuries

Sleeping until dark, a frozen park

I’m never gonna leave

The possibilities are blowing through my mind

How can I leave this behind?

I’ll make it on my own

I’m never going home

You’re part of a secret that they keep and keep it so high

Whispered through long lashes at the back of the old dive

And you forgot the advice they gave

Their petty noise is so far away

I’m never gonna leave

The possibilities are blowing through my mind

How can I leave this behind?

I’ll make it on my own

I’m never going home