Young Rebel Set

Berlin Nights

Young Rebel Set


Tom: Em

Intro: Em
Em G C

Em                  G       C
Foreign eyes never shone so bright
      Em    
As they did tonight
D             G             C
As I lie in the arms of another man's wife
Em                    G       C
I dare not stop it no I dare not fight
      Em
Something so wrong
         D              G       C
But when we let it go it felt so right
D
On that cold Berlin night
Em

Em                          G         C
Tell me am I wrong in thinking that I'm right
Em
For loving you
  D              G    C
And sharing out bodies as lovers do
Em                 G     C
Nobody questioned no nobody cared
   Em
For they could not know
  D                G           C
This gunshot love of the moment we shared
D                            G
On this cold Berlin night

C                  
Who'd wanna heed the one
           G         D
Who's carrying the weight of all the world?
C                    G       D
There must be colour in your eyes
C
To find someone who feels that
G               D
Desperation clouds his every thought
C                            G   D
And turn him round to face the light
                  Em
Of the Berlin night

           --and so on--

The Berlin light never shone so bright
As it does tonight
As I walk by the river in the pale moonlight
And I hid my heart on the upper west side
For you to find
And do with it as you decide
On a cold Berlin night

Who'd wanna heed the one
Who's carrying the weight of all the world?
There must be colour in your eyes
To find someone who feels that
Desperation clouds his every thought
And turn him round to face the light
Of the Berlin night

The Berlin night
The Berlin night

Who'd wanna heed the one
Who's carrying the weight of all the world?
There must be colour in your eyes
To find someone who feels that
Desperation clouds his every thought
And turn him round to face the light

Who'd wanna heed the one
Who's carrying the weight of all the world?
There must be colour in your eyes
To find someone who feels that
Desperation clouds his every thought
And turn him round to face the light
Of the Berlin night