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