Berlin Chair (Live in Seattle) You Am I

Thanks, this is called 'Berlin Chair' if you give a fuck. If you don't give a fuck, it's called 'Love is All Around'

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

If you wait, give all my ache to you
Take a chance to ignore what you're going through
My cold hand is there for you to take
And I'm your Berlin chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break?

I'll ignore each golden, draggin' kiss you can give
On the blankest face that you'll ever have to forgive
Won't you see my falling, feel my failings through?
I'm the re-run that you'll always force yourself to sit through

If you wait, give all my pain to you
Take a chance to ignore what you're going through
My cold hand is there for you to take
And I'm your Berlin chair, could you lean on me 'til I break?
Oh, you're too late
Too late
Too late
Too late