David Bowie

Cold fire, you've got everything but cold fire
You will be my rest and peace child
I moved up to take a place near you
So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tired
It's a trick to make you see wide
It can all but break your heart in pieces
Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the past
How you moved is all it takes
To sing a song of when I loved
The Prettiest Star
One day though it might as well be someday