Текст песни David Bowie - Eight Line Poem, слова песни David Bowie

Текст песни David Bowie - Eight Line Poem

David Bowie - Eight Line Poem слова песни

The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They`ve opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
the branches to the sky

Другие песни David Bowie:

David Bowie - Glad I`ve Got Nobody
6 часов назад 1,455 (не задано)

David Bowie - Good Morning Girl
15 часов назад 1,406 (не задано)

David Bowie - I`ll Follow You
5 дней назад 1,785 (не задано)

David Bowie - I`m Not Loosing Sleep
6 дней назад 1,788 (не задано)

David Bowie - I Dig Everything
день назад 2,073 (не задано)

David Bowie

Eight Line Poem

Текст песни David Bowie - Eight Line Poem

Другие песни David Bowie:

Похожие артисты: