The air is cold but the wire is humming, Two million hearts beat a rhythm drumming, Standing in the shadow of a concrete sky, Waiting for the moment that the shadows die. I see the spotlight cutting through the grey, A telecaster screaming for a brand new day, The river’s moving, but the street is still, Tension climbing up the Reichstag hill. Can you hear the feedback? Can you feel the ground? The static in the silence, Is the only honest sound. Tear it down, let the anthem rise, We’re looking through the cracks with hungry eyes. One note of thunder, one chord of fire, Melting the iron and the rusted wire. Beyond the barrier, beyond the fear, The song is the only border left out here! Just a working man with a dream in his throat, Singing to the ghosts in a denim coat. A thousand voices across the line, Echoing a rhythm that was yours and mine. It wasn't the hammers, it wasn't the lead, It was the sound of the living waking up the dead. From the Potsdamer Platz to the edge of the night, We’re dancing in the ruins of the black and white. Mother, did you see the brick fall out? Father, did you hear the children shout? Tear it down, let the anthem rise. We’re looking through the cracks with hungry eyes. One note of thunder, one chord of fire, Melting the iron and the rusted wire. Beyond the barrier, beyond the fear, The song is the only border left out here! The wind of change... Is just a melody now.
