every angel in berlin
wishes they could be me
I just want to be like them
float above and pass the time
killing it's so easy living it's so hard I find

so don't you worry about your part
every little thing you've ever done's a work of art
I don't want to hear you say
I am gonna die inside this little t-shirt today

and then I feel it creeping in

so don't you dream in black and white
don't stare at the sun it's only gonna burn your eyes
and don't you try to raise the dead
everything is grace she -- all of this is grace she says

and then it's beautiful again
it loves to happen

every angel in berlin
wishes they could be me
I just want to be like them