If half of what I'm saying, of what I'm saying is true
Will you rub my head, make it all shiny and new?
And you drag my coat tails, drag my coat tails down
And I'll be the only cold-assed king around

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
(If you leave, can I fall down)
I'm your Berlin Chair, won't 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
If you see my fallings, see my failings through
I'm the re-run that you'll always force yourself to sit through

If you wait I'll give all my aches to you
Take a chance, to ignore what you're going through
My cold hand is there for you to take
(If you leave, can I fall down)
I'm your Berlin Chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break?

Well, you're too late
You're too late
You're too late
You're too late