David Bowie - Station to Station

 

David Bowie - Station to Station

The return of the Thin White Duke

Throwing darts in lovers' eyes

Here are we, one magical moment

Such is the stuff from where dreams are woven

Bending sound

Dredging the ocean, lost in my circle

Here am I

Flashing no colour tall in this room overlooking the ocean

Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth

There are you

You drive like a demon from station to station

The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes

The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes

The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains

Once there were mountains on mountains

And once there were sunbirds to soar with

And once I could never be down

Got to keep searching and searching

Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?

Wonder who, wonder who, wonder when

Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?

Drink to the men who protect you and I

Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high

It's not the side-effects of the cocaine

I'm thinking that it must be love

It's too late - to be grateful

It's too late - to be late again

It's too late - to be hateful

The european cannon is here

I must be only one in a million

I won't let the day pass without her

It's too late - to be grateful

It's too late - to be late again

It's too late - to be hateful

The european cannon is here

Should I believe that I've been stricken?

Does my face show some kind of glow?

It's too late - to be grateful

It's too late - to be late again

It's too late - to be hateful

The european cannon is here, yes it's here

It's too late

It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late

The european cannon is here