Текст песни David Bowie - Dead Against It
David Bowie - Dead Against It слова песни
And when she drownsWithin and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh"good god" or "my" I cry and die and lie besideShe is the apple in my eyeShe talked to godI couldnt copeOrd hope elopedA dope she ropedThis salty lieAnd when shes dreaming, I believeAnd when shes reading, I retreatCant believe herTelling me shes dead againTelling me shes dead against itAnd deep my woundWithin for every second chance it wasThy-toreFrom deep within, despite the rain, my words are wornShe loves to talk into the phoneNo matter whoNo matter whenNo matter whereNo better than the faulty lineAnd when shes dreaming, I believeAnd when shes reading, I retreatCant believe herTelling me shes dead againTelling me shes dead against it