The blond from the Berliner bar at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles, cold water As she touches the of her memory maze
The shadows of men she has known her day held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, lives her life behind
blond from the Berliner bar Sighs at the skylight, lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold runs As she the walls of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in no man's Dancing in the to the sound of clapping hands knows whose side he was on It's a that you take in no man's land
Nobody what made him decide To run for freedom and to suicide they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely Come in from your in your silent fields Where intensified light from a sight the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright
We wake up you We wake up you We wake up you
We up without you With a hole in our With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, boy freaks In and khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the flush of dawn Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker The over achiever, the armistice The free-base instructor, the lightning The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the
The market mailer, the quick an the dead The dancer, the quick and the dead The and the dead, the quick and the dead
We wake up you Yeah, we up without you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed blond the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a