Post by pieter on Jul 19, 2020 15:59:51 GMT -7
Strangers When We Meet
David Bowie
All our friends
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun
No peachy frairs
No trendy rechauffe
I'm with you
So I can't go on
All my violence raining tears upon the sheets
I'm bewildered, for we're strangers when we meet
Blank screen tv
Preening ourselves in the snow
Forget my name
But I'm over you
Blended sunrise
And it's a dying world
Humming Rheingold
We scavenge up our clothes
All my violence, raging tears upon the sheets
I'm resentful, for we're strangers when we meet
Cold tired fingers
Tapping out your memories
Halfway sadness
Dazzled by the new
Your embrace
It was all that I feared
That whirling room
We trade by vendu
Steely resolve is falling from me
My poor…