///*****/// [Intro] (Dark minor arpeggio, synth pad, tom pattern building) This one we wrote on the other side of the water. [Verse 1] Berlin in November with the wall still standing tall Guards up in the towers looking down on us all We played a hall in Kreuzberg where the plaster used to fall And a thousand kids sang English that they'd never learned at all There was a girl in the third row with her father's army coat She'd taped our record off the radio through static and through smoke And she reached across that barricade and grabbed me by the hand And she said one word in English and the word she said was stand [Pre-Chorus] Some nights the music isn't music anymore It's the only key that fits a locked door [Chorus] Berlin nights and London rain Glasgow thunder, Paris flame We came across an ocean with a suitcase and a name And you gave us back a hundred times the same Berlin nights and London rain! [Verse 2] London in the winter with the drizzle on the Strand Hammersmith on Tuesday with a broken bass amp stand The English never smile until you've earned it with your blood Then they never let you go and they will never let you down We slept on floors in Sheffield and we froze in Amsterdam We got robbed outside a station in a town I never named But the sound those people made when the first four bars came through Was worth the whole damn continent, was worth the whole thing through [Pre-Chorus] Some nights the music isn't music anymore It's the only key that fits a locked door [Chorus] Berlin nights and London rain Glasgow thunder, Paris flame We came across an ocean with a suitcase and a name And you gave us back a hundred times the same Berlin nights and London rain! [Guitar Solo] (Dark, modal, European flavoured melodic minor phrasing over pounding toms) [Breakdown] (Crowd chanting a wordless European football terrace melody) Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh! Louder, Europe! [Bridge] Somewhere there's a border and a soldier and a gun And a family that hasn't seen their eldest boy in one long year But tonight there is no country and there is no line to cross There's just a room, a wall of sound, and every one of us [Final Chorus] Berlin nights and London rain Glasgow thunder, Paris flame We came across an ocean with a suitcase and a name And you gave us back a hundred times the same Berlin nights and London rain! Berlin nights and London rain tonight! [Verse 3] We met a boy in Warsaw with a tape machine and nerve Who copied every record that he ever got to hear And passed them hand to hand across a country like a prayer Ten thousand kids who knew our songs from cassettes worn thin as air He would not take a penny and he would not take a thing He just wanted us to know that somewhere out there people sing [Outro] (Tom pattern fading, synth pad hanging, crowd chanting on) Danke schön. Thank you. We'll never forget it.
