It’s always raining when you come to Berlin and I keep forgetting where I’ve been who I’ve seen what it is I’ve done and why I feel surprised that you have arived
We sit down we drink our tea the sage in the window the smile you’re not smiling is telling me it’s the last time
Is everything ok I ask how’s it going in your life and as you give your answer I am thinking about the time I want to know allthough i don’t need to we’re like the radio sometimes it’s nice
I try to feel to see if there is something a sign I should close my hand around yours and hold on
And as you go I wonder if this is my life if it would be appropriate to call and apologize to my friends to everyone that I’ve let down the bonds I failed to maintain
is this it is this how it will be? Is this life a series of short lived friendships the rain doesn’t stop as you leave.