The city's spread beneath my feet,   But not the one that I was after   While I've been pounding out this beat   The length of the Kudamm.   Street legends on the tourist map,   A fading script in Gothic,   Out in the studio they're   Rehearsing in drag for a lark.   Come on, let's get lost in the dark.      Tale another step, another move, another pace,   What isn't written in the manuscript is a note to play with grace   And if I exit from this story in a way I might retrace   It will have fallen through the cracks when I come back   In any case   Another time's another place.      The city's spread beneath my feet   From the top of the Mercedes tower   And I can see the darkness closing in   Hour by hour.      But I can't take another step, no filling in, no cut and paste,   A bankrupt process for the memory, this terrain is laid to waste.      No, nothing's written in the history books   That doesn't leave a nasty taste;   So should I start to tell the story   Will you put me in my place?   'Cause it'll all be crash and burn   When I return...in any case   Another time's another place.      Just when did this get broken?   I don't know where to begin -   I got a Ubahn ticket and a Flohmarkt token....   I'm in trouble in the rubble of Berlin      The light is getting dimmer,   The walls of history close in.   In Babelsberg they're hunting   For a different Stimmung   That predates the war.      That was before,   That was before,   That was a different Berlin,   That was another Berlin,   That was before in Berlin.