Going Up the Hill

I'm moving out tomorrow, I'm going up the hill
And there I have a nice view on the neighborhood you live in
Lately it's colder than in Berlin
Then I hold on to the thought I'll get
To see you before next summer ends
But will I remember you then

Now I sit on the floor to brush my hair
Worrying the problem was that you didn't care
And I try and I try to understand
But I can't shake off this feeling
No, I can't shake off this feeling

My old room looks empty now that my bed is gone
Don't wanna leave it behind, but it was never mine
No, it was never mine
And I keep your books like some fragile jewels
I'll keep them in case I call in june
I want to but don't know if I should

Now I sit on the floor to brush my hair
Worrying the problem was that you didn't care
And I try and I try to understand
But I can't shake off this feeling
No, I can't shake off this feeling

Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm