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