Raced Through Berlin

I walked your city head in hands, don't tell me that you understand
Here under this lamppost I'll say goodbye
And I'll make my final stand
I'm seeing double, but I'm still not seeing a way to be a better man
Why do I feel so small
When I still don't know where the fuck I stand?

I raced through Berlin to see your face again
How this is going I can never tell
I raced through Berlin to see your face again
And in that moment I had tripped and fell

I'm back at our bar, with my head in my hands
And my whisky on my lap
Not sure how I feel, but I'm pretty sure there's no going back
So I walked real slow, hoping you might chase me down the road
Quick look over my shoulder had confirmed
You'd disappeared back home

I took a Polaroid picture, but I left the fucking cap on
Wanted to remember you to try and make something happen
Now there's a small black square I keep in my pocket
And I still see your smile whenever I, whenever I, take it out

I clung to you like a plastic bag, on a fence, in the wind
Like it could ever change a goddamn thing
I wrote you 15 love songs, baby, they're songs that I can't sing
Sat staring at my phone, willing it to ring

I raced through Berlin to see your face again
How this is going I can never tell
I raced through Berlin to see your face again
And in that moment I had tripped and fell