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