David Bowie - Eight Line Poem Şarkı Sözü

the tactful cactus by your window
surveys the prairie of your room
the mobile spins to ıts collision
clara puts her head between her paws
theyve opened shops down west side
will all the cacti find a home
but the key to the city
ıs ın the sun that pins
the branches to the sky
Ekleyen : Ali İhsan Candemir