Once I had a lover in Berlin

Said a frail old woman from a table next to mine
His voice was like an ancient violin

And he spoke to me  that voice  that voice

I believe they call it falling for a man

But this falling made me fly  left me soaring to the sky

There wasn any sense  there was no plan

But who would trade this passion for the safety of dry land

Not I

Not he

And we knew we had to travel far away

We know we had to disappear  were no one else could find us
A sailing ship would take us from the bay

It sails would fill with an offshore wind to blind us

We gambled our security  the future for the now

Sailed off towards the storm  safety east aside
We gone beyond what reason would allow

But who could tame the tidal wave and tell it where to go

Not I

Not You

Reality then brought it to an end

Said the frail old women  shaking underneath her hat

A decent set of values is no friend

It reason now that blinds us  please believe

And passion is not willing to be steered

Purity alone won fill a ship wide sails
Life will sometimes bring what we most feared

And who could ever say when to go or when to stay

Not you

Not we