Beaches of Berlin

Tell me
Do you really believe that Neil never planted his feet on the pale white moon?
And do you believe jet fuel cannot melt steel?
Would you believe that I’m selling my ticket to heaven?
Do you wanna buy the deed to my beachfront property in Berlin?

Oh, the Beaches of Berlin!
So beautiful, so sunny and so sweet
I hope to see you soon
On the Beaches of Berlin

No way, did you state or proclaim that planes always paint the sky with a chemical spray?
And did I hear you say, that we’re living on a big flat disc?
Would you believe that I’m selling my ticket to heaven?
Do you wanna buy the deed to my beachfront property in Berlin?

Oh, the Beaches of Berlin!
So beautiful, so sunny and so sweet
I hope to see you soon
On the Beaches of Berlin

Now, I’m not saying you can’t have your hopes and dreams
And I’m not saying you shouldn’t be able to open up a surf club in Pierre, South Dakota.
I’m just saying
I’m just saying don’t expect to earn much

Truth be told
There’s a certain charm in believing no harm will come of believing in ghosts
But sooner or later, when the seven seas will rise
Then would you believe that I’m selling my ticket to heaven?
Then, would you wanna buy the deed to my beachfront property in Berlin?

Oh, the Beaches of Berlin!
So beautiful, so sunny and so sweet
I hope to see you soon
On the Beaches of Berlin
Berlin
Berlin

Copyright 2019. Words and music by F.N. de Boer. Arranged by F.N. de Boer and M. Sprenger.