Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

I know I loved you then

I think I love you still

But this prophecy of ours

Has come back dressed to kill

Three stones on a mountain

Three small holes in a field

You've given me the big dream

But you can't make it real

O, wicked world

Just think what could have been

Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

All I do is lose, but baby

All I want's to win

Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

A hundred years or more

It feels like such a dream

An endless conversation

Since 1917

Now the battery is too hot

It's burning up in its tray

Young marriages are melting

And dying where they lay

O, wicked world

Just think what could have been

Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

All I do is lose, but baby

All I want's to win

Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

Our tongues will fall so still

Our teeth will all decay

A minute feels much longer

With nothing left to say

So let them win the battle

But don't let them restart

That genocidal feeling

That beats in every heart

O, wicked world

Just think what could have been

Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

All I do is lose, but baby

All I want's to win

Jerusalem, New York, Berlin