Lyrics - Berlin by Marillion

Track 6 of _
Season's
End_
The mascara'd blonde from the
Berliner bar
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze
Black leather crackles and cold water runs
As she touches the walls of her memory maze
And 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
The mascara'd blonde from the berliner bar
Sighs at the skylight gets lost in the haze
Black leather crackles an 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 who's 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 you silent fields
Where intensified light from a rifle sight
Makes the darkness day
And the day too bright
And we wake up without you
We wake up without you
With a hole in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head bottle boy
Freaks
In martens & 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 and the
Dead
The
Spotlight
Dancer
The
Quick and the
Dead[
JOHN
HELMER and
STEVE
HOGARTH]

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