David Bowie - Better Wrong текст песни

Till the sun blisters and sprays

And every lamb ceases to graze

When the kiss of the comb

Tears my face from the bone

Ill be your light

When the shadows fall down the walls

Then life will be done

And it just wont matter at all

I was caught from a hand

Nurtured on grime, goodwill and screams

Now your breath fills my step

Now there is you till life is gone

But Ill be your light

When the shadows fall down the walls

Then life will be done

And it just wont matter at all

Ill roll your ball

Till the stars cant make me cry

Then life will be done

And it just wont matter at all

Not at all

When the kiss of the comb

Tears my face