The Court & Spark - Berliners lyrics

Was a beautiful burned-out town And I was a proud young man Made to run on the ground The stars were in our hair And one day, she called to me Red birds on the wing And the city made no sound Talk to me You must be married to your own mind Talk to me You're my lover but you're no friend You're my lover but you're no friend I was famous long ago And buried before you were born I've been bending the tops of the trees I've been wrecked upon the shore And a question that rocks my soul Rocks my soul like a bell If I take care of you Who's going to take care of me? Talk is cheap It's no better than nursery rhymes Talk is cheap No, and lovers cannot be friends Lovers cannot be friends Walking the street today She carried a book like a friend Flying, I chanced to see My life as a means to an end Alive, I was a private man In my beautiful town Strung out like a pearl Talk to me I've been buried in the ground Talk to me I was your lover, yes, your loverman I was your lover, yes, your loverman