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