Briskeby - Berlin

I met my lover in east berlin
He came a-knocking, wouldent let him in
A lousy morning, could have blamed last night
Wish I had a reason, wish I had a fight
Its not my style to moan about the past
Never ever did I want you gone
Never ever did I want you gone
Did I want you gone
I lost my lover in east berlin
The love I wanted, wouldent let it in
I searched the city, I was looking for
I waited forever for the knocking on my door
Its not my style to moan about the past
Never ever did I want you gone
Never ever did I want you gone
Did I want you gone