East River Berlin Wall
Peter Silberman
[Verse 1]
Ice-paved street, saved heat
Running low, running out
We made this river a wall
It's a natural drought
[Chorus]
But I can't feel a thing
I can't feel a thing
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
But I can't feel a thing
I can't feel a thing
Nothing