I know I loved you then
I think I love you still
But this prophecy of ours
Has come back dressed to kill
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
Jag vet att jag älskade dig sedan
Jag tror att jag älskar dig fortfarande
Men denna profetia vårt
Har kommit tillbaka klädd för att döda
Tre stenar på ett berg
Tre små hål i ett fält
Du har gett mig den stora drömmen
Men du kan inte göra det verkligt
[Kör]
O, ond värld
Tänk vad som kunde ha varit
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
Allt jag gör är att förlora, men barnet
Allt jag vill är att vinna
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
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