Dedicated to Marie B., Aloysius L., an unknown 62-year-old man from Spandau, and anyone who has ever had to sleep on the street while locked buildings stand empty all around them.
Lyrics
Seven years to go
Seven, thats what they told me
My brother, I write letters
But Im scared I might run out of words
Seven flights of stairs
I run to the top, but youre not there anymore
My brother, whyd you have to go?
Theres got to be more, a reason, I dont know
I try to piece together the story
From the clippings on the floor
Did you do it for the glory
Or for the war?
You used to say that they could never force us out
Never break apart our family, theres no doubt
They wouldnt have a leg to stand on
You said with that laughing smile
But now our home stands empty
They didnt even want to fill it!
So what for? I hope you did it for the war
Seven stories high
Seven broken windows reveal the steel sky
Whyd you do it? Were you trying to take a stand?
Protect your people, both feet on borrowed land
Seven empty floors
No hearts beating behind these doors
No one sheltering below that hallowed roof
Did you do it for the truth?
