A
consequence of occupation and invasion
Ich bin auf dem Ostkreuz gewesen
Dawn a secret shy and cold
In shades of grey bereft of gold
Stole across the border
Caressed awake and morning-eyed
She daily through the frontier glides
And her papers are in order
She left me with an empty room
By bottle glass and smoke consumed
When duty came to call her
Now the children on the stairways
speak in whispers
In the stalag-light you’re never quite at home
With the watchers and the waiters and the listeners
On the wire-tapped phone
Scarlet poppies blaze in
Autumn fields
Where idle soldiers kick their heels
Now no one wants to know them
Murals fade along the wall
Where cold war tourists come no more
Now there’s nothing left to show them
Don’t get sympathy
confused with understanding
When bitterness is bred into the bone
It’s indiscriminate obtrusive and demanding
And it’s better left alone
Now Nightfall leads her labour
gangs
Uneasy east of no man’s land
Where dangerous men are working
Step we gaily onward so the voyeurs and the panders go
To peep behind the curtain
Where Karpov ceding endless games
Caught and forced to mate again
Lays down beneath his burden
They have gallows-hands to
clap you on the shoulder
And tarot cards to show you where to go
If you’re worried that your welcome’s getting colder
As the fire burns low
But I’m tired of evasions
of dangerous liaisons
In station after station after station
And I’m tired of waiting of indetermination
In station after station after station
Impatient for the last train
That will take me back to where someone is waiting
Chords:
Intro. A F#m E
Verse A D A F#m E A D E
Bridge D A D A F#m E
Chorus D A D A F#m E
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