The mascaraed from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a Black leather crackles, water runs As she touches the walls of her maze
The shadows of men she has fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so say But she wakes up without with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes, her life behind bars
Mascaraed blond from the bar at the skylight, gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles and cold water As she touches the walls of her memory
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 that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows what made him To run for and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your on your lonely roads Come in from your in your silent fields Where intensified light a rifle 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 With a in our hearts With a in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy In martens and drunk on sake You stare at in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the maker 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 up without you Yeah, we wake up you a hole in our hearts
The mascaraed blond from the bar Rises at twilight, gets in a daze