The mascara' d blonde from the Berli ner bar
Rises at t wilight gets d ressed in a daz e
Black leathe r crackles and cold wa ter runs
As she touches the w alls of her m emory m aze
And the shado ws of men she h as known fi ll her day
She's held half the w orld in her a rms so the y say
But she wakes up w ithout them with a hole i n her heart
And she puts on her c lothes lives her l ife behind b ars
The mascara' d blonde from the Berli ner bar
Sighs a t the skylight get s lost in the ha ze
Black leathe r crackles and cold wa ter runs
As she touches the w alls of her m emory m aze
Someone got s tranded in no man 's land
Dancing in the s potlight to the s ound of clapping h ands
Nobody k nows whose side he was o n
It's a risk that you t ake in no man's l and
Nobody k nows what made him d ecide
To run for f reedom and to c ertain suic ide
When they turn off the g uns and his finger s uncurl
He's clutching a p hotograph of a B erlin party g irl
C ome in from your checkpoints on your l onely roads
C ome in from your ditches in your s ilent fields
Where int ensified light from a r ifle sight
Makes the d arkness day
And the d ay too bright too b right
And we w ake up without you
We w ake up without you
We w ake up without you
We w ake up without y ou
With a h ole in our h earts
With a h ole in our h earts
You m ad dog shaven head b ottle-boy freaks
In M artens and khaki d runk on sake
You s tare at yourself in the c ruel flush of dawn
T errified sunken-eyed w ithered and drawn
The b utcher the baker the m unitions maker
The o ver-achiever the a rmistice breaker
The f reebase instructor the l ightning conductor
The p sycho the sailor the t anker the tailor
The b lack market mailer the q uick and the dead
The s potlight dancer the q uick and the dead
The q uick and the dead the q uick and the dead
We w ake up without you
We w ake up without you
With a h ole i n our hearts
The mascara'd b londe from the Berliner b ar
R ises at t wilight gets d ressed in a daze
