Lyrics:Steve Hogarth&John Helmer Music:Marillion | |
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 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 leader crackles and cold water runs | |
As she touches the walls of her memory maze | |
Some one 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 your silent fields | |
Where intensified light from a rifle sight | |
Makes the darkness day | |
And the day too bright, too bright | |
And 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 | |
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 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 | |
We wake up without you | |
With a hole in our hearts | |
The mascara'd blonde from the berliner bar | |
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze |
Lyrics: Steve Hogarth John Helmer Music: Marillion | |
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 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 leader crackles and cold water runs | |
As she touches the walls of her memory maze | |
Some one 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 your silent fields | |
Where intensified light from a rifle sight | |
Makes the darkness day | |
And the day too bright, too bright | |
And 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 | |
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 freebase 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 | |
We wake up without you | |
With a hole in our hearts | |
The mascara' d blonde from the berliner bar | |
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze |
Lyrics: Steve Hogarth John Helmer Music: Marillion | |
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 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 leader crackles and cold water runs | |
As she touches the walls of her memory maze | |
Some one 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 your silent fields | |
Where intensified light from a rifle sight | |
Makes the darkness day | |
And the day too bright, too bright | |
And 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 | |
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 freebase 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 | |
We wake up without you | |
With a hole in our hearts | |
The mascara' d blonde from the berliner bar | |
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze |