No one ever saw you moving through the dark Leaving slips of paper somewhere in the park Hidden from your friends, stealing all they knew Love is thrown in airless rooms Thin vile rewards for you
And I'm gonna tell Yes, I've gotta tell Gotta tell the things you've said When you're talking in the dark And I'm gonna tell the things you've done When you're walking through the park
Some night on a thrill-less street Will come a silent gun You've got a dangerous part You stole their trust, their moon, their sun They'll come such a dart and it's needle on a crowded train I bet you'll feel so lonely You could die
Buildings crammed with people, landscape filled with wrath Grey concrete city, rain has wet the street I want to see you clearly before you close the door A room of bloody history, you made sure of that
I can see you as a corpse hanging from a beam I can read you like a book I can feel you falling I hear you moaning in your room Oh, see if I care Oh please, please make it soon
Walls have got you cornered You've got the blues my friend And people don't like you But you will leave without a sound or a God, an end
Oh hopefully, I love you Death along shall love you I bet you'll feel so lonely you could die You feel so lonely you could die You feel so lonely you could die
Compositor: David Robert Jones (David Bowie) (PRS)Editores: Nipple Music (BMI), Rzo Music Inc (BMI)Publicado em 2013 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #7690265 e fonograma #12882401 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM