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.