strangers when we meet
david bowie
now seem so thin and frail
raining tears upon the sheet
for we're strangers when we meet
preening ourselves in the snow
we scavenge up our clothes
raining tears upon the sheet
for we're strangers when we meet
tapping out your memories
that we're strangers when we meet
that we're strangers when we meet
for we're strangers when we meet
but we're strangers when we meet