The River Spree - Jaye Jayle

Berlin, that’s what I’m in

I’m thinkin' about David

Thinkin' about Iggy

Broken glasses

And a dead phone

Torn sheet of paper

On my tongue

I’m out here on my own

The hotel is close

Just across that bridge

Performers in the streets threatening me

I gave them a twenty bit was all I had

The hotel is close

Just cross that bridge

Then turn right at the wall in Berlin

I was lost

So stop for a drink

«Do you know where this hotel is»

I ask the man tending the bar

«You are in this hotel, my friend»

He simply gave me the key

He did not question a thing

Berlin, that’s what I’m in