Berlin Slow Burner

A great face hovered over my head like an angel
As the smoke poured outta my ears
My cup was full some a hard hard spirits love
All those bodies in that six foot room

Oh it could have been a real slow burner in Neukölln that day
Or it could have been my tomb

And I swear I saw an old bear sweepin’ up
in the corner with a yellow straw broom
I guess someones gotta make ends meet
I guess someones gotta hold up the end of the loom

oh it could have been a real slow burner
or it could have been my tomb

But you were glowin’
you were a vibratin’
you were trembling in the gloom

Oh you were glowin’
your blood was pumping
you were rising from the gloom

Oh you were glowin’
You were vibratin’
Your hands a trembling
Your whole body shaking
In the midst of that bleak room
In the midst of my bleak soul
Oh you were rising!

Lyrics © Joseph Daniel Pogson