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
Ég veit að ég elskaði þig þá
Ég held að ég elska þig enn
En þetta spádómur okkar
Er kominn aftur klæddur til að drepa
Þrjár steinar á fjallinu
Þrjár litlar holur í reit
Þú hefur gefið mér stór draumur
En þú getur ekki gert það raunverulegt
[Chorus]
O, óguðlega heimi
Hugsa bara hvað gæti hafa verið
Jerúsalem, New York, Berlin
Allt sem ég geri er að missa, en barnið
Allt sem ég vil er að vinna
Jerúsalem, New York, Berlin
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