No more delight or croning around. Whisper the word hold my hand. Nowhere forget I shall refuse you. Never forget who you've been. And you will fight with demons.
- CD single: Thursday's Child. - Lyrics David Bowie music by Bowie & Gabrels. . Skeletal city highs. Crazies with dumb replies. Nobody's eyes anymore.
All of my life I've tried so hard. Doing my best with what I had. Nothing much happened all the same. . Something about me stood apart. A whisper of hope that seemed to fail.
Black eyed ravens. They spiral down. They tilt his head back. To the flame filled sunset. Raise their guns high. As the darken falls. These are the days boys.
Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense. The lonely groups of company boys. Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins. These are children riding naked on their tourist pals.
Are you OK?. You've been shot in the head. And I'm holding your brains. The old woman said. So I drink in the shadows. Of an evening sky. See nothing at all.
New angels of promise (do do do do). We despair. We are the dead dreams (oh ho ho ho). We take the blame. Take us to the edge of time. Take us to the edge of time.
I don't want knowledge. I want certainty. . I don't want knowledge. I want certainty. . I don't want knowledge. I want certainty. . In the streets. A man shouts out loud.
Was she never there?. Was she ever?. Was it air she breathed?. At the wrong time. Oh ho. Oh ho. Oh ho. Oh ho. . All the flowers sold. From the gallery.
I can't read and I can't write down. I don't know a book from countdown. I don't care which shadow gets me. All I've got is someone's face. . Money goes to money heaven.
I can't read and I can't write down. I don't know a book from countdown. I don't care which shadow gets me. All I've got is someone's face. . Money goes to money heaven.