You said: “Meet me somewhere between England and Berlin”
“Leave the high rise and head to red brick...” “...be a man let life begin” You took us to the top floor so we could see better And I got tongue-tied when I thought of something clever
And then Under a norther sky you swore you were happy here Stood on the edge of forever. Getting older by your side Well that is the plan, My dear.
Up here, I feel the distance between us and the lives below. Trace the cranes on the horizon and see the airport lights aglow/ And I can hear a noise in my head from the pressure. Watching the dusk from the roof together
And then Under a norther sky you swore you were happy here Stood on the edge of forever. Growing older by our side Well that is the plan, my dear.