Goldrush Town

This time it's just a goldrush town.

Oh these sored red eyes have seen the Wall come down.

A place of fear is a sense of loss.

All the thanks have gone and the power' switched off.

Young girl sleeps in the hifi-store.

She's got a cardboard house on a concrete floor.

Cameras flash in the baritone sax

and the busker smiles.

It's just a tourist trap.

It's a meeting point between east and west,

between a refugee and a hotel guest

It's the meeting point it's like a station here.

No wonder I'm impatient.

Some people who call me crazy or simply sentimental.

You better believe your eyes,

just look out through window.

It's just a goldrush town.

It's just a goldrush town.

It's just a goldrush town.

Berlin.