There Is A Wall That Runs Right Through Me
Just Like The City, I Will Never Be Joined
What Is This Love? Why Can I Never Hold It?
Did It Really Run Out In The Strangers' Bedrooms?

I
I Have Decided
At Twenty-five
Something Must Change

Saturday Night In East Berlin
We Took The U-Bahn To The East Side Gallery
I Was Sure I'd Found Love With This One Lying With Me
Crying Again In The Old Bahnhof

I
I Have Decided
At Twenty-five
That Something Must Change

After Sex
The Bitter Taste
Been Fooled Again
The Search Continues