Berlin

[Verse 1: Budo]
Treat it like a ghost
It will leave you alone
For a while
For a while
These butterfly hopes can’t cross the ocean
Caught in a jet stream
Won’t fly a while
Frost it when we travel alone
Side by side with strangers alone
We can’t believe were marching alone
This can’t be how meant to soldier on
The suffering we search for what we know
All of us are separate and alone
We can’t believe were marching alone
This can’t be how meant to soldier on