German Village
Blackberry Winter
The red door is closed The village, town of ghosts I thought I was home I thought this as home The weeds in our backyards Ignored right from the start Now can't look away My eyes can't escape Our city isn't for Us people anymore Paid off with minimum wage While they're still underage Halfway from job and home All strangers walk alone Where are we to go? Where are we to go? Where are we to go? Where are we to go? Where are we to go? Where are we to go?