Berlin

[Verse 1: Budo] Treat it like a ghost It will leave you alone For a while For a while These butterfly hopes can’t cross the ocean Caught in a jet stream Won’t fly a while Frost it when we travel alone Side by side with strangers alone We can’t believe were marching alone This can’t be how meant to soldier on The suffering we search for what we know All of us are separate and alone We can’t believe were marching alone This can’t be how meant to soldier on