Turn the lights off so I can breath
I just don’t want you to see me now
A silver lining within my dreams
Said I was almost good as gold

We’re painting pictures of those who live
The colors dry and change to gray
By far the distant, a different view
Like watching Rover from a hill

Tear the bricks down and walk on by
I just don’t want you to see my wall
A disconnection to understand
That I was never your Berlin