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