R.I.P David Bowie If you should fall Into my arms And tremble Like a flower
He sang about me Through out my life I was that Young American In those Golden years Going through Changes
I'm never gonna Fall for Modern Love It walks beside me It walks on by Gets me to the church on time No confession No religion I don't believe in modern love
His word told my story We pass upon those stairs Spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone A long long time ago This Man Who Sold The World
Rebel Rebel How could they know Hot ***** I love you so Sitting in a tin can Far above the worlds Planet earth is blue And this time it's you My kindred spirit Traveling on ahead Ziggy played guitar And drew my tears As we sway through the crowd To an empty space Under the moon light The beautiful moon light I'll miss you friend...