David Bowie & Mick Ronson - Eight Line Poem Lyrics

Lyrics Eight Line Poem - David Bowie , Mick Ronson




Tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
Mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
Opened shops down the West side
All the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
The branches to the sky, oh, oh, oh



Writer(s): DAVID BOWIE



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