: (Bowie) I recall how we lived On the corner of a bed And we'd speak of a Swedish room Of hessian and wood And we'd talk with our eyes Of the sweetness
: (Bowie) I was walking through the counters of a national concern And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder And I saw the multitude of faces,
: (Bowie) Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing
: (Bowie) The Children of the summer's end Gathered in the dampened grass We played Our songs and felt the London sky Resting on our hands It was God
: (Bowie) Oh my love, Janine I'm helpless for your smile Like a Polish wanderer I travel ever onwards to your land And were it not just for the jewels
: (Bowie) Solemn faced The village settles down Undetected by the stars And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep And the last thing
(Bowie) I recall how we lived On the corner of a bed And we'd speak of a Swedish room Of hessian and wood And we'd talk with our eyes Of the sweetness
(Bowie) I bless you madly, sadly as I tie my shoes I love you badly, Just in time, at times, I guess Because of you I need to rest Because it's you
(Bowie) I was walking through the counters of a national concern And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder And I saw the multitude of faces, honest
(Bowie) Oh my love, Janine I'm helpless for your smile Like a Polish wanderer I travel ever onwards to your land And were it not just for the jewels
(Bowie) The hand that wrote this letter Sweeps the pillow clean So rest your head and read a treasured dream I care for no one else but you I tear
(Bowie) The Children of the summer's end Gathered in the dampened grass We played Our songs and felt the London sky Resting on our hands It was God'
(Bowie) Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing
(Bowie) Solemn faced The village settles down Undetected by the stars And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep And the last thing
(Bowie) Spy, spy, pretty girl I see you see me through your window Don't turn your nose up Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last