untitled no. 1
bowie, david
in mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs
in the chilly sea that killed her real slows
now we're swimming up farther with the doll by our sides
fill the cup with these sleepy souls
it's clear that some things never take
she will feel like at tea make me laugh all along
with such feats like sex only brought upon
maybe i'll live my lies alone
it's clear that some things never take
it's clear that some things never take
it's clear that some things never