[Intro: A low, vibrating walking bassline. A twangy electric guitar hits a single, dark chord with a heavy slapback echo that decays into a growling feedback loop. Primal, slow-motion drum hits.] [Verse 1] [Raw raspy female vocals, low and smoky] Friedrichstraße is a canyon of gray Watching the light of the West fade away I can see the smoke rising from your lip The way your fingers lose their grip Just a few yards of Berlin street And the heavy thud of the boots on the beat. [Verse 2] [The guitars drag harder behind the beat. Massive distortion and twang. Deep, hollow floor tom thuds.] The white paint on the asphalt is a scar I can’t reach you, no matter how close you are You adjust the collar of your heavy coat While the Berlin winter tightens round my throat A tiny shiver in your tired eyes Underneath the weight of these divided skies. [Chorus] [Full band explosion. Massive wall of fuzzy sound with a slow, heavy swing. Vocals are strained and raw.] It’s the zero hour, the Berlin gap Caught in the middle of a beautiful trap One single inch of this divided land Between my heart and your waiting hand Yeah, I’m falling in love again... Where the East and the West begin. [Instrumental Interlude: Drums] [Solo tribal percussion. Heavy, slow-motion rhythmic pounding with a 50s shuffle feel.] [Instrumental Interlude: Bass] [Distorted, growling walking bass solo. Low-frequency grit and vibration.] [Bridge] [The music strips back to a haunting, twangy guitar riff. Intense and gravelly whisper.] The sector is closed, the clocks are still But the world is bending to our will A metamorphosis in the way you blink In the shadow of the wall, on the very brink. [Raw vocal scream, dissolving into a vortex of slapback echo] [Instrumental Interlude: Guitar] [Heavy dragging solo. 50s surf-rock tremolo mixed with massive sludge distortion. Slow-motion string bends.] [Chorus] [Maximum volume. Everything dragging through the mud. Layered raspy female vocals.] It’s the zero hour, the Berlin gap Caught in the middle of a beautiful trap One single inch of this divided land Between my heart and your waiting hand. [Outro] [The drums slow to a final thud. The guitars and bass fade into a long feedback loop.] [Gravelly female whisper] Zero hour. Berlin is a ghost. Just you. Just me. [Final vibrating low note with a long slapback tail until silence] [End]
