Where will I find you on the other side of the tightrope
Writing about your fear as a Visit with the exiled writers
You survived all the burning fields of dissidents in the
East
And arrived as the beauty into the gap with me.
Another brick is falling from the isle of you another brick
ah ah ah
Another brick is falling down, from the isle of you another
brick ah ah ah
Another brick is falling from the isle of you another brick
ah ah ah
Another brick is falling down, from the isle of you
Stay under the llama in our grand parade
Its not like Mardi Gras its more like a passion
Not a revolution in your sign
In the ashes of a knight the part was played
A drama gripped in fright behind the curtain
About those who stayed too long
Another brick is falling from the isle of you another brick
ah ah ah
Another brick is falling down, from the isle of you another
brick ah ah ah
Another brick is falling from the isle of you another brick
ah ah ah
Another brick is falling down, from the isle of you
Can you imagine, a flower, with petals of steel
and you as its pistil, surrounded
Can you imagine?
Kannst du dir vorstellen?
Another brick is falling from the isle of you another brick
ah ah ah
Another brick is falling down, from the isle of you another
brick ah ah ah
Another brick is falling from the isle of you another brick
ah ah ah
Another brick is falling down, from the isle of you