No one’s to blame.mp3

Berlin Nights is a dark, seductive cabaret‑style song set in 1920s Berlin. It follows a world of smoky bars, chipped champagne glasses, tango doorways, whispered deals, and fleeting lovers. The city is portrayed as decadent, dangerous, and irresistibly alive — a place where people trade names, futures, and desires for a moment of warmth or thrill. The narrator moves through alleys, dance halls, and backrooms, witnessing secrets, betrayals, and the fragile glamour of a society dancing on the edge. When morning comes, everything dissolves into dust, only to be reborn again at dusk.

---

Lyrics (no instrumental notes)

[Title: Berlin Nights]  
[BPM: slow, swaying]  
[Mood: dark cabaret; sultry, dangerous]

[Intro]  
Under gaslight, the city exhales,  
Silk and cigarette ash on the rails.  
A gramophone coughs a crooked tune,  
We trade our sins beneath a jaundiced moon.

[Verse A]  
Velvet heels on cobblestone, a whisper and a laugh,  
Champagne in chipped crystal, a lover’s photograph.  
Eyes like contraband, smiles that bargain time,  
We barter warmth for danger, we sell the night in rhyme.

[Verse B]  
Tango in the doorway, a hand that never stays,  
Perfume like a secret, a ledger of malaise.  
The band plays minor keys for hearts that won’t confess,  
We learn the art of leaving, we practice tenderness.

[Pre‑Chorus]  
Smoke curls like a promise, fingers trace the glass,  
Names are cheap as tickets, futures come to pass.

[Chorus]  
Berlin nights, you wear your sins like lace,  
Spin me slow, then vanish without a trace.  
Berlin nights, the city hums and sighs,  
We drink the dark and dance beneath your lies.

[Bridge]  
Footsteps in the alley, a laugh that turns to hush,  
Reflections in the puddles, a shadow’s hurried crush.  
Promises like paper, folded, burned, and tossed,  
We keep the music playing while the rest is lost.

[Verse C]  
Ladies with lacquered secrets, men with trembling hands,  
A toast to ruined futures, to the houses built on sand.  
The mirror shows a stranger, the mirror shows a throne,  
We crown the night with longing, then wake up all alone.

[Verse D]  
Backroom whispers, velvet doors, a ledger and a key,  
Coins beneath the table buy a borrowed ecstasy.  
Silk slips from shoulders, laughter turns to steam,  
We trade our names for moments, we sell the sweetest dream.

[Chorus]  
Berlin nights, you wear your sins like lace,  
Spin me slow, then vanish without a trace.  
Berlin nights, the city hums and sighs,  
We drink the dark and dance beneath your lies.

[Reprise]  
Berlin nights, hold me close, then let me go,  
Berlin nights, we burn too bright to ever know.

[Coda]  
When morning claws the curtains, the laughter turns to dust,  
We fold our coats and memories, betrayals and our trust.  
But when the dusk returns again, we’ll find our old delight —  
To meet, to drink, to dance, to drown in Berlin nights.

© 2026 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

Bones

Editors

Related tracks