David Bowie

You Feel So Lonely You Could Die
No one else saw you moving through the dark.
Leaving slips of paper somewhere in the park.
Hidden from your friends,
stealing all they knew.
Love is thrown in airless rooms.
Thin vile rewards for you.
I’m gonna tell. Yes, I’ve got to tell, gotta tell
the things you’ve said
When you’re talking in the dark.
And I’m gonna tell the things you’ve done
When you’re walking through the park.
Some night on a thrill-less street
Will come a silent gun.
You’ve got the dangerous part.
You stole their trust, their moon, their sun.
They’ll come such a dart and it's needle
On a crowded train.
I bet youґll feel so lonely you could die.
Buildings crammed with people.
Landscape filled with wrath.
Grey concrete city.
Rain has wet the street.
I want to see you clearly
Before you close the door.
A room of blood history.
you made sure of that.
I can see you as a corpse
Hanging from a beam.
I can read you like a book.
I can feel you falling.
I here you moaning in your room.
Oh, see If I care.
Oh please, please, make it soon.
Walls have you cornered.
You’ve got the blues, my friend.
And people don’t like you.
But you will leave without a sound or a God, an end.
Hopefully, I love you.
Death along shall love you.
I bet youґll feel so lonely you could die,
You could die.
Feel so alone, you could die.
You feel so lonely you could die.