East River Berlin Wall

Ice-paved street, saved heat,

running low, running out.

We made this river a wall,

it's a natural drought.

But I can't feel a thing,

I can't feel a thing.

East blind to west, I confess

I've been tunneling through.

Waiting to meet him

in perfect positioning,

you know just what I'd do.

But I can't feel a thing,

I can't feel a thing,

not a thing.

Cold War

Nothing is waking up well,

our heart's gone to hell.

So come on,

Cold War's gotta stop.

Well, something

walking us home,

apart and alone.

So come on,

Cold War’s gotta stop.