| Hands touching hands | |
| Through a curtain that no longer stands | |
| Sister and brother embracing each other | |
| It's tumbling down, ohhh | |
| Light from both sides | |
| Is changing political tides | |
| It's turning from clashes to keepsakes and ashes | |
| It's tumbling down | |
| Watch as we waltz in the sand | |
| On this no-man's land | |
| See our world turn around | |
| Watch it come tumbling down | |
| And through it all | |
| The watchtowers and garrisons fall | |
| Machine guns and fire, the tanks and barbed wire | |
| Come tumbling down | |
| And in the end | |
| Watch as we spend | |
| These moments together, while notions forever | |
| Come tumbling down | |
| Watch as we waltz in the sand | |
| On this no-man's land | |
| See our world turn around | |
| Watch it come tumbling down, ohhh | |
| Mmmmmmh... | |
| Mmmmmmh... | |
| Machine guns and fire | |
| This concrete messiah | |
| Comes tumbling down. |