If half of what I'm saying, what I'm saying is true,    Will you rub my head and make it all shiny and new?   And you drag my coattails, drag my coattails down,    So I'll be the only sad-assed king around.       And if you wait, I'll give all my aches to you.    Take the chance to ignore what you're going through.    My cold hand is there for you to take.    I'm your Berlin chair - will you lean on me 'til I break?      I'll ignore each golden, dragging kiss you can give,    On the blankest face that you ever had to forgive.    Will you see my failings, see my failings through?   I'm the re-run that you'll always force yourself to sit through.       But if you wait, I'll give all my aches to you.    Take the chance to ignore what you're going through.   My cold hand is there for you to take.   I'm your Berlin chair - will you lean on me 'til I break?      And it's too late.   Oh, you're too late...