Yes, stepping off a train in Berlin Drinking champagne is a sin Over the applause and clatter All of her movements matter Walking down the stairs in a shirt Making it work, stopping the clock Yes, every word forms a pattern A goodbye kiss Her brown hair looks like a snake Her blonde hair looks like a cake Astrid bathing in a lake I would like my heart back Yes, every note is for Astrid Every song I ever did I would like my heart back I would like my heart back I would like my heart back