: (Music & Lyrics: Bowie) All my friends Now seem so thin and frail Slinky secrets Hotter than the sun No peachy prayers No trendy rechauffe I'm with
: (Bowie) And when she drowns Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh "Good god" or "My" I cry and die and lie beside She is the apple in my
: (Bowie/Gabrels) What to do? What to say? What to wear on a sunny day? Who the phone? Who to fight? Who to dance with on a sunday night? I'm reaching
: (Music & Lyrics: Bowie) For we're living in a safety zone Don't be holding back from me We're living from hour to hour down here And we'll take it
: (Bruce/Brown) Dear when I dance with you We move like the sea You, you're all I want to know I feel free I feel free CHORUS (2 times) I can walk
: (Music: Bowie/Gabrels) Stomping along on this big Phillip Johnson Is delay just wasting my time Looking across at Richard Rogers Scheming dreams
: (Bowie/Gabrels) Where's the pain in the violent night? I'm depressed by the grin I stay over many years I should have thought of that For the love
: (Bowie) In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs In the chilly sea that killed her real slow Now we're swimming up farther with the doll
: (Engels) There's no hold The moving has come through The danger passing you Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels It's so cold The dark
: (Bowie) Burning up each others' love, burning up our lives Tried all kinds of working out, miracle goodnight Future full and empty knocking on my
: (Bowie) When comes the shaking man A nation in his eyes Striped with blood and emblazed tattoo Streaking cathedral spire They say he has no brain
: (Morrissey) My love wherever you are Whatever you are, don't lose faith I know it's gonna happen someday to you Please wait Please wait Wait, don'
: (Tahra / Valmont) Still I keep my love for you No place to hide no way to fall Nowhere to lie no world so wide I'm sick and tired of telling you Don
: (Music: Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/ Kizilcay/Campbell - Lyrics: Bowie) Valentines Day, 25, June, 16th, Wednesday, July 6th, 20, 0, 20, 15, Martin
: (David Bowie) Here shall we live in this terrible town Where the price for our minds shall squeeze them tight like a fist And the walls shall have
: (Bowie) These are silver wings These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for life Dreaming alone and I feel that someone Listens to me
: (Bowie/Gabrels/H. Sales/T. Sales) Ooo-oo-oo-oh, oo-oo-oo-oh Ooo-oo-oo-oh, oo-oo-ooo The last days were the meanest Leanest days of our lives You
: (Bowie/Gabrels) Hey-hey it's the tall sail on On a beach reach for Java Make way for to Java Watching for Boogies Hey-hey it's a dreaming I would