Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Berlin, artist - Marillion. Album song Marillion.Cl / Dotcom, in the genre Прогрессивный рок
Date of issue: 31.05.2019
Record label: Racket
Song language: English
Berlin |
The mascaraed blond from the Berliner bar |
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze |
Black leather crackles, cold water runs |
As she touches the walls of her memory maze |
The shadows of men she has known fill her day |
She’s held half the world in her arms so they say |
But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart |
And she puts on her clothes, lives her life behind bars |
Mascaraed blond from the Berliner bar |
Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the haze |
Black leather crackles and cold water runs |
As she touches the walls of her memory maze |
Someone got stranded in no man’s land |
Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands |
Nobody knows whose side he was on |
It’s a risk that you take in no man’s land |
Nobody knows what made him decide |
To run for freedom and to certain suicide |
When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl |
He’s clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl |
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads |
Come in from your ditches in your silent fields |
Where intensified light from a rifle sight |
Makes the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright |
We wake up without you |
We wake up without you |
We wake up without you |
We wake up without you |
With a hole in our hearts |
With a hole in our hearts |
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy freaks |
In martens and khaki drunk on sake |
You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn |
Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and drawn |
The butcher, the baker, the munitions maker |
The over achiever, the armistice breaker |
The free-base instructor, the lightning conductor |
The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the tailor |
The black market mailer, the quick an the dead |
The spotlight dancer, the quick and the dead |
The quick and the dead, the quick and the dead |
We wake up without you |
Yeah, we wake up without you |
With a hole in our hearts |
The mascaraed blond from the Berliner bar |
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze |