The Bells Rang two evenings after the new year. I heard that you'd be calling from Berlin
There's not a thing to speak of. There's nothing i dont know
Smokey Eyes at Madame Claudes, You're all alone
You said, you could see me here
And i know it'd be nice someday to sit at home, somewhere in Norway or Berlin
We're searching for a strange thing
I know it would be a sin to stay at home after Christmas in Berlin
I said I could see you here and you know it'd be nice one day to sit at home melting in Norway or Berlin