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Berlin (De Montfort Hall, Leicester, 24th April 1990) - Marillion

The mascarad 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 mascarad 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 mans land

Dancing in the spotlight

To the sound of clapping hands

Nobody knows whos side he was on

Its a risk that you take in no mans 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

Hes 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

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

We wake up without you

With a hole in our hearts

The mascarad blonde from the berliner bar

Rises at twilight gets dressed in a daze