17 Berlin Songtext
von My Favorite

There are grey skies in our blue eyes
But this is not a protest song
This is just static on the hotel intercom
Softer than dust and louder than bombs

And the world′s not ours tonight
In a Berlin flat lit by neon lights
My boyfriend's in the stairwell
He looks just like James Dean
And nothing else matters when you′re 17

And the German boys sing
And the German boys talk
Some kids have plans to rule the world
Some kids have plans to run away


And you do what you can
Or you do what you must
At the door of the punk rock club
At work at the factory

And the world won't end tonight
On a black highway lit by neon lights
My boyfriend's in the driver′s seat
He drives just like James Dean
And nothing else matters when you′re 17

And the German boys sing
And the German boys talk
Some kids have plans to rule the world
Some kids have plans to run away

And you do what you can
Or you do what you must
At the door of the punk rock club
At work at the factory

There are gray skies in our blue eyes
But this is not a protest song