On the Museum Island

On the museum island, at the end of the day
We had traveled for miles; we had come to escape
All the space on the page that the newspapers gave
Up to pictures and pictures of us

As we followed the coffin of your famous father
Adjusting our skirts as we turned at the altar
And within every word that they'd written was spelt out
You'd taken your last ever bus

So, skimming the surface of all your new money
We skimmed the surface of the air as we flew
We were out of the rain, we were thinking that maybe
Berlin was the place to renew

Well you know what they say about terrible hate
It will breed something good when it's through
At the end of the day, by the Potsdamer Platz
And the Brandenburg Gate, it was you

You have hardened completely by the end of this story
You have learned to look clear through the flash of a bulb
When you hear your own name from the back of a crowd
You just straighten your gaze, no you don't turn around

Oh, but there was a time at the end of the day
We were both still in line for the museum display
And you outshone the light under which you were bathed
You could outshine the sky with the look that you gave

I said, don't be afraid to look back and wave
Now the waving is all that you do
At the end of the day, by the Potsdamer Platz
I am waving back at you