Текст песни David Bowie - After All
David Bowie - After All слова песни
Please trip them gently, they don`t like to fall, Oh by jingoThere`s no room for anger, we`re all very small, Oh by jingoWe`re painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradiseBut they think that we`re holding a secretive ball.Won`t someone invite themThey`re just taller children, that`s all, after allMan is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingoSo hold on to nothing, and he won`t let you down, Oh by jingoSome people are marching together and some on their ownQuite aloneOthers are running, the smaller ones crawlBut some sit in silence, they`re just older childrenThat`s all, after allI sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,With my wordsI`ve borrowed your time and I`m sorry I calledBut the thought just occurred that we`re nobody`s children at all, after allLive your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingoForget all I`ve said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingoAfter all, after all