You'll find me in a Berlin bar
In a corner, brooding.
You know that I go very quiet,
When I am listening to you.
There's something special indeed,
There's something special indeed.
In all the places
Where I've seen you shine, boy.
There's something very real in
How I feel, honey.
It's in me, it's in me…
And you know it's for real.
Tuning in on your saxophone...
Doo-ba-doo-ba-doo.
The candle burning
Over your shoulder is throwing
Shadows from your saxophone
A surly lady in tremor.
The stars that climb from her bowels,
Those stars make towers on vowels.
You'll never see that you had all of me.
You'll never see the poetry you've stirred in me.
Of all the stars I've seen that shine so brightly.
I've never known or felt, in myself, so rightly.
It's in me, it's in me…
And you know it's for real.
Tuning in on your saxophone...
Doo-ba-doo-ba-doo.