Front row, my show, fasho, you go laugh at my banter Buy tote, my tote, fasho, you won't give me an answer Drink me a beer, cold beer, change my euro to zloty Wake up, your bed, my hands, all over your body I'm three countries behind In my diary But I still feel you Deep inside of me I had to take the train away from you, precious I really wish that I stayed for your breakfast You say your city's charming when seen in the morning light But we'll always have our love, or we'll have last night Meet me on the platform in an hour's time Turn this train around just to make you mine I'll miss my show in Leipzig, or I'll miss your Warsaw ways Easier decisions have been made