A Lover in Berlin

Once I had a lover in Berlin
 Said a frail old woman at a table next to minel
 His voice was like an ancient violin
 And he spoke to me - that voice ... that voice
 I believe they call it falling for a man
 But this falling made me fly, left me soaring for the sky
 There wasn't any sense, there was no plan
 But who would trade this passion for the safety of dry land?
 Not I
 Not he
 And we knew we had to travel far away
 We knew we had to disappear, where no one else could find us
 A sailing ship would take us from the bay
 Its sails would fill with an offshore wind to blind us
 We gambled our security - the future for the now
 Sailed off toward the storm, safety cast aside
 We'd gone beyond what reason would allow
 But who could tame the tidal wave and tell it where to go
 Not I
 Not you
 Reality then brought it to an end
 Said the frail old woman, shaking underneath her hat
 A decent set of values is no friend
 It's reason now that blinds us, please believe
 And passion is not willing to be steered
 Purity alone won't fill a ship's wide sails
 Life will sometimes bring what we most feared
 And who could ever say when to go or when to stay?
 Not you
 Not we