Snow In Berlin

There's a cold German in a bar in Berlin

With the blueprints of an architect still searching through

His pockets for a dream-maker or a chance-taker

Or the will he should have written by now

But he's been thinking bout them ships sinking

For his whole half-lived private school life

At home silver spoons gleaming

In his eyes a vision dark as midnight in Berlin

Where we stand fearing it's all a bit much

As great incubators ventilate to compensate

Our every step and repay each breath

And he sees building rising, sees mice climbing

Thinks of how the fall has come and gone

And all its color and calm

Now lay surrendered to Salvation Army vendors

Life insurance witch doctors

All these poor men in rich men's clothes

And the snow in Berlin covering everything in white dress

Making us all look like such creatures tonight

And that wall is going up and coming down again

And we'll celebrate like it's the first time

Not just in our minds

As that snow piles up and he begins to look so mysterious

Like, "Oh, my God, I can see him now

That ghost writer saying, 'Hello, Spider

You're in my web now and I will see that you're never at ease'"

And his eyes screaming for a soul to see him

Pull him out and free him from that pitiful rabbit suit

Just drops down right in the street and lies there

Getting lighter and lighter til it's static in every view

And the snow in berlin covering everything in white dress

Making us all look like such creatures tonight

Just the snow in Berlin covering everything in white dress

Making us all look like such creatures tonight

Making us look like creation's lucky bride

Making us look like such beautiful things stood up tonight