East River Berlin Wall

Ice-paved street

Saved heat

Running low

Running out

We made this river a wall

It’s a natural drought

And 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