if half of what i'm saying
of what i'm saying is true
will you rub my head
make it all shiny and new?
and you drag my coat tails
drag my coat tails down
and i'll be the only cold-assed king around
if you wait i'll give all my aches to you
take the chance
to ignore what you're going through
my cold hand is there for you to take
i'm your berlin chair
won't you lean on me 'til i break?
i'll ignore each golden
dragging kiss you can give
on the blankest face that you ever had to forgive
if you see my fallings
see my failings through
i'm the re-run that you'll always force yourself to sit through
if you wait i'll give all my aches to you
take a chance
to ignore what you're going through
my cold hand is there for you to take
i'm your berlin chair
won't you lean on me 'til i break?
well
you're too late
you're too late
you're too late
you're too late