Intro/Berlin

Meet me where heaven marries the ocean,

I know I won't ever be yours,

Therefore, neither, no one else,

But I think of us as birds.

Working outside our bodies,

Being smothered by the sides,

Through the melancholic air.

Meet me where heaven marries the ocean,

I know I won't ever be yours,

Therefore, neither, no one else,

But I think of us as birds.

Working outside our bodies,

Being smothered by the sides,

Through the melancholic air,

Through the melancholic air.

(Through the melancholic air)