Once I had a lover in Berlin

Said a frail old woman from a table next to mine

His voice was like an ancient violin

And he spoke to me ?that voice, that voice

I believe they call it falling for a man

But this falling made me fly, left me soaring to the sky

There wasn any sense, there was no plan

But who would trade this passion for the safety of dry land?

Not I.

Not he.

And we knew we had to travel far away

We know we had to disappear, were no one else could find us

A sailing ship would take us from the bay

It sails would fill with an offshore wind to blind us

We gambled our security ?the future for the now

Sailed off towards the storm, safety east aside

We gone beyond what reason would allow

But who could tame the tidal wave and tell it where to go?

Not I.

Not You.

Reality then brought it to an end

Said the frail old women, shaking underneath her hat

A decent set of values is no friend

It reason now that blinds us, please believe

And passion is not willing to be steered

Purity alone won fill a ship wide sails

Life will sometimes bring what we most feared

And who could ever say when to go or when to stay?

Not you.

Not we.