You'll find me in a Berlin bar
In a corner, brooding
You know that I go very quiet
When I am listening to you
There's something special indeed
In all the places where I've seen you
shine, boy
There's something very real in how I
feel, honey
(Chorus)
It's in me, it's in me-and you know
it's for real
Tuning in your saxophone
Doo-ba-doo-ba-doo
The candle is burning over your shoulder
Is throwing shadows on your saxophone
A surly lady in tremor
The stars that climb from her bowels
Those stars make towers on vowels
You'll never know that you had all
of me
You'll never see the poetry you've
stirred in me
Of all the stars I've seen that shine
so brightly
I've never known or felt, in myself,
so rightly
(Chorus)
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