We travelled under the wired wires of the city's
Signs and posts
Reflecting ties and truths
Our hosts Orpheus and Penelope
Channeling Terpsichore
Lulled us with their harmonies and
Alternate realities
We poured libations, cried adorations at
Dive bars and silent stations
Lost in it all
Then we had a Bacchanal
Along Landwehrkanal
And when I felt it was the end
Penelope came close and said
'I hold the key to our midnight journey
It can be found along the street
A sacred tincture, refreshing remedy
Berliner Lüft
'I hold the key to our midnight journey
It can be found along the street
A sacred tincture, refreshing remedy
Berliner Lüft both strong and sweet
We became gifted and shape-shifted
As the dark veil of nighttime lifted
In Circe's realm
For a while we were one
Then I became undone
And felt so isolated I deplored the joy that I created
I broke into the other side
Where darkness looms and my shadow resides
Untamed yet enslaved
Then before I could realise
I saw through sober eyes
And saw The Spirit of the Depths
Condemn my thoughts and my missteps
When I was ready to admit defeat
My muse she came to me and
This she did speak she said
I was something between dark and light
Between dawn and night
A kind of twilight
I praised her wisdom and proclaimed I was blind
I was a victim of my masculine mind she said
She's a part of me my feminine side
My healer and guide
My eternal bride
Now
I hold the key to my endless journey
It can be found inside me
A sacred tincture, refreshing remedy
Berliner Lüft
I hold the key to my endless journey
It can be found inside me
A sacred tincture, refreshing remedy
Berliner Lüft both strong and sweet