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