With the blueprints of an architect still searching through his pockets



For a dream maker or a chance taker



Or the will he should have written by now



But he's been thinking 'bout those ships sinking



For his whole half-lived private school life 



At home silver spoons gleaming



In his eyes a vision dark as midnight in Berlin



Where we stand fearing it's all a bit much



(As great incubators ventilate 



To compensate our every step and repay each breath)



And he sees buildings rising, sees mice climbing 



Thinks of how the fall has come and gone



And all its color and calm now lay surrendered 



To Salvation Army vendors



Life insurance witch doctors



All these poor men in rich men's clothes



And the snow in Berlin covering everything in white dress



Making us all look like such creatures tonight



And that wall is going up and coming down again



And we'll celebrate like it's the first time (not just in our minds)



As that snow piles up and he begins to look so mysterious



Like, "Oh my God, I can see him now, that ghost rider 



Saying, 'Hello, spider, you're in my web now



And I will see that you're never at ease'…"



And his eyes screaming for a soul to see him



Pull him out and free him from that pitiful rabbit suit



Just drops down right in the street and lies there 



Getting lighter and lighter 'til it's static in every view



And the snow in Berlin covering everything in white dress



Making us all look like such creatures tonight



Just the snow in Berlin covering everything in white dress



Making us all look like such creatures tonight



Making us look like creation's lucky bride



Making us look like such beautiful things stood up tonight