|
|
|
DAVID BOWIE LYRICS"Eight Line Poem"The tactful cactus by your windowSurveys 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
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
|
|
ReadLyrics.com
/ Privacy Policy
/ Top of Page
All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective owner.
There are currently
9 users online.
There have been
total visits.