I know I loved you then, I think I love you still But this prophecy of ours has come back dressed to kill Three stones on a mountain, three small holes in a field You've given me the big dream, but you can't make it real A wicked world, just think what could have been Jerusalem, New York, Berlin All I do is lose, but baby, all I want's to win Jerusalem, New York, Berlin A hundred years or more, it feels like such a dream An endless conversation since 1917 Now the battery's too hot, it's burning up in its tray Young marriages are metting, and dying where they lay A wicked world, just think what could have been Jerusalem, New York, Berlin All I do is lose, but baby, all I want's to win Jerusalem, New York, Berlin Our tongues will fall so still, our teeth will all decay A minute feels much longer, with nothing left to say So let them win the battle, but don't let them restart That genocidal feeling, that beats in every heart A wicked world, just think what could have been Jerusalem, New York, Berlin All I do is lose, but baby, all I want's to win Jerusalem, New York, Berlin