Marillion Berlin
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]
