I got too much time
What else is there to do now?
Overanalyze things I don't really care about
The last words he said, "There's other things out there to see"
And then he left me for someone who looks just like me

Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes

What's in Berlin?
What's there that's not here you need?
And I want a kid, one that looks like you and me
Sometimes I want out
To take you and run away
But if I write about nothing, then what would they say?

Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes