David Fonseca Playing Bowies With Me
One more strive Of the drink and drive With the crashes within One just gets to hound The other one rebounds And no prize to win You trip and stumble As you try to juggle Those staged sorries Like papercuts They just build up One slower defeat What is there left to prove? Is there something left to lose? You've been playing bowies with me Tell me who are you supposed to be Cus I don't know you anymore Rabbits out of hats The amazing trapeze cats It won't do it for me Cus I can perceive The tricks of your sleeve Your magician days are gone What is there left to prove? Is there something left to lose? You've been playing Bowies with me Tell me who are you supposed to be Cus I don't know you anymore Cus I can't do this anymore I'm tired, I'm tired of being alone You've been playing bowies with me Tell me who are you supposed to be Cus I don't know you
