• Song:

    Berlin

  • Artist:

    Marillion

Gm  Dm7  Gm  Dm7  Gm  Dm7  Gm  Dm7  Cm  Gm7  Cm  Dm7  Cm  Gm7  Cm  Dm7 
 
Gm            Dm7       Gm              Dm7 
   The mascara'd blonde    from the Berliner bar 
Gm          Dm7            Gm             Dm7 
   Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze 
Cm            Gm7         Cm           Gm7 
   Black leather crackles    and cold water runs 
Cm                    Gm7          Cm     Gm7 
   As she touches the walls of her memory maze 
 

Gm             Dm7            Gm         Dm7 
   And the shadows of men she has known fill her day 
Gm                     Dm7          Gm        Dm7 
   She's held half the world in her arms so they say 
Cm                  Gm7          Cm             Gm7 
   But she wakes up without them    with a hole in her heart 
Cm                     Gm7                Cm          Gm7 
   And she puts on her clothes, lives her life behind bars 
 

Dm  Am7  Dm  Am7  Dm  Am7  Dm  Am7 
 
Gm            Dm7       Gm              Dm7 
   The mascara'd blonde    from the Berliner bar 
Gm       Dm7                Gm              Dm7 
   Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the haze 
Cm            Gm7         Cm           Gm7 
   Black leather crackles    and cold water runs 
Cm                    Gm7          Cm     Gm7 
   As she touches the walls of her memory maze 
 

Em  Bm  Em  Bm  Em  Bm  Em  Bm 
 
Em             Bm               C        D 
   Someone got stranded in no man's land 
Em                Bm               C                 D 
   Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands 
Em        Bm                      C  D 
   Nobody knows whose side he was on 
Em                      Bm               C    D 
   It's a risk that you take in no man's land 
Em        Bm                  C      D 
   Nobody knows what made him decide 
Em            Bm             C          D 
   To run for freedom and to certain suicide 
Em                        Bm                C         D 
   When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl 
Em                  Bm              C            D 
   He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl 
 

E74  E7  E74  E7  E74  E7  E74  E7  E74  E7 
 
E74                                E7 
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads 
E74                            E7 
Come in from your ditches in your silent fields 
        E74                 E7 
Where intensified light from a rifle sight 
          E74 
Makes the darkness day 
        E7                  E74  E7  E74  E7 
And the day too bright, too bright 
 

       E74              E7 
And we wake up without you 
   E74              E7 
We wake up without you 
   E74              E7 
We wake up without you 
   E74          E7 
We wake up without you 
 

       Gm          Dm7                  
With a hole in our hearts 
       Gm          Dm7    Cm  Gm7  Cm  Gm7 
With a hole in our hearts 
 

    Gm                  Dm7 
You mad dog shaven head bottle-boy freaks 
   Gm                 Dm7 
In Martens and khaki, drunk on sake 
    Cm                       Gm7 
You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn 
Cm                      Gm7 
Terrified, sunken-eyed, withered and drawn 
    Gm                      Dm7 
The butcher, the baker, the munitions maker 
    Gm                 Dm7 
The over-achiever, the armistice breaker 
    Cm                       Gm7 
The freebase instructor, the lightning conductor 
    Cm                      Gm7 
The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the tailor 
    Gm                       Dm7 
The black market mailer, the quick and the dead 
    Gm                    Dm7 
The spotlight dancer, the quick and the dead 
    Cm                 Gm7     Cm                 Gm7  Gm  Dm7  Gm  Dm7 
The quick and the dead,    the quick and the dead 
 

   Cm                  Gm7 
We wake up without you 
   Cm                  Gm7 
We wake up without you 
       Gm Dm7           Gm  Dm7  Cm  Gm7  Cm  Gm7 
With a hole in our hearts 
 

Gm  Dm7  Gm  Dm7  Cm  Gm7  Cm  Gm7  Gm  Dm7  Gm  Dm7 
 
Gm               Dm7    Gm                   Dm7 
   The mascara'd blonde    from the Berliner bar 
Eb       Dm             G4 
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze
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