Текст песни David Bowie - Better Wrong
David Bowie - Better Wrong слова песни
Till the sun blisters and spraysAnd every lamb ceases to grazeWhen the kiss of the combTears my face from the boneIll be your lightWhen the shadows fall down the wallsThen life will be doneAnd it just wont matter at allI was caught from a handNurtured on grime, goodwill and screamsNow your breath fills my stepNow there is you till life is goneBut Ill be your lightWhen the shadows fall down the wallsThen life will be doneAnd it just wont matter at allIll roll your ballTill the stars cant make me cryThen life will be doneAnd it just wont matter at allNot at allWhen the kiss of the combTears my face