| Song | Moving To Berlin |
| Artist | The Cinematics |
| Album | Love And Terror |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We’ve got to get out of this place | |
| The people here are tired and mean | |
| I watched them slash the prophet’s face | |
| With a shard from one of our broken dreams | |
| They give us wine then they take it away | |
| And their neon shrines burn night and day | |
| What are we doing here | |
| Where poets are hanged | |
| And betrayed by a kiss? | |
| She says “Stay here with me | |
| You’re going to leave me lonely” | |
| “Stay here with me | |
| You’re going to leave me lonely” | |
| "Stay here with me | |
| You’re going to leave me lost and lonely” | |
| What if I want to take you with me? | |
| Far away from these scars and bars | |
| From the hard faced women of this town | |
| Who‘ll radiate themselves until they turn brown | |
| They’ll live and die with little taste of freedom | |
| In their pebbled dashed mausoleums | |
| Our still born hopes are up in smoke | |
| Just as they’ve been so many times before | |
| I guess that we’d be fools to believe | |
| That things could be any different this time | |
| She says “Stay here with me | |
| You’re going to leave me lonely” | |
| “Stay here with me | |
| You’re going to leave me lonely” | |
| "Stay here with me | |
| You’re going to leave me lost and lonely” |
| We' ve got to get out of this place | |
| The people here are tired and mean | |
| I watched them slash the prophet' s face | |
| With a shard from one of our broken dreams | |
| They give us wine then they take it away | |
| And their neon shrines burn night and day | |
| What are we doing here | |
| Where poets are hanged | |
| And betrayed by a kiss? | |
| She says " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lonely" | |
| " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lonely" | |
| " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lost and lonely" | |
| What if I want to take you with me? | |
| Far away from these scars and bars | |
| From the hard faced women of this town | |
| Who' ll radiate themselves until they turn brown | |
| They' ll live and die with little taste of freedom | |
| In their pebbled dashed mausoleums | |
| Our still born hopes are up in smoke | |
| Just as they' ve been so many times before | |
| I guess that we' d be fools to believe | |
| That things could be any different this time | |
| She says " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lonely" | |
| " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lonely" | |
| " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lost and lonely" |
| We' ve got to get out of this place | |
| The people here are tired and mean | |
| I watched them slash the prophet' s face | |
| With a shard from one of our broken dreams | |
| They give us wine then they take it away | |
| And their neon shrines burn night and day | |
| What are we doing here | |
| Where poets are hanged | |
| And betrayed by a kiss? | |
| She says " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lonely" | |
| " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lonely" | |
| " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lost and lonely" | |
| What if I want to take you with me? | |
| Far away from these scars and bars | |
| From the hard faced women of this town | |
| Who' ll radiate themselves until they turn brown | |
| They' ll live and die with little taste of freedom | |
| In their pebbled dashed mausoleums | |
| Our still born hopes are up in smoke | |
| Just as they' ve been so many times before | |
| I guess that we' d be fools to believe | |
| That things could be any different this time | |
| She says " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lonely" | |
| " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lonely" | |
| " Stay here with me | |
| You' re going to leave me lost and lonely" |