The return of the Thin White Duke Throwing darts in lovers' eyes Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff From where dreams are woven Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle Here am I, flashing no colour Tall in this room overlooking the ocean
Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth There are you, drive like a demon from station to station The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stays
Once there were mountains on mountains And once there were sunbirds to soar with And once I could never be down Got to keep searching and searching Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love? Wonderful, wonderful, wonder when Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy? Drink to the men who protect you and I Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be love It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here
I must be only one in a million I won't let the day pass without her It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here
Should I believe that I've been stricken? Does my face show some kind of glow? It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here, yes it's here
It's too late It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late The european cannon is here
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be love It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here
I must be only one in a million I won't let the day pass without her It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here
Should I believe that I've been stricken? Does my face show some kind of glow? It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here, yes it's here
It's too late It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late The european cannon is here, yes it's here
Compositor: David Robert Jones (David Bowie) (PRS)Editores: Butterfly Music Ltd (PRS), In Place Of Strife Music (PRS), Rzo Music Ltd (PRS), Tintoretto Music (BMI)Publicado em 2017 (29/Set)ECAD verificado obra #33474017 e fonograma #25134587 em 07/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM