"Zehlendorf" - Lyrics

Snow came early but I
Had a place to return to
Fireplace wasn’t warm
But I had things to burn there
Photographs and memoirs
Notebooks, guitars and diaries
Everything once important
Now would feed winter fire
It was cold
Zehlendorf

We had jazz on the backseat
Kisses falling like diamonds
From a whirlwind of death
Please don’t mind the dead parrots
Writing songs you could hear
From the cool U-bahn highway
It was cold
Zehlendorf

We had hash cakes to bake
Wizard poems to write
From the flesh of the snowman
Oceans flew loud and wild
Down the small street I lived on
Thanks to kind caring landlords
Artists spun in the trade
Just like cog wheels on used Fords
It was cold
Zehlendorf