In babelsberg

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
So should i start to tell the story
Will you put me in my place?
'cause it'll all be crash and burn
When i return...in any case
Another time's another place.

Just when did this get broken?
I don't know where to begin -
I got a ubahn ticket and a flohmarkt token....
I'm in trouble in the rubble of berlin

The light is getting dimmer,
The walls of history close in.
In babelsberg they're hunting
For a different stimmung
That predates the war.

That was before,
That was before,
That was a different berlin,
That was another berlin,
That was before in berlin.