R.I.P
David Bowie
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble
Like a flower

He sang about me
Through out my life
I was that
Young American
In those
Golden years
Going through
Changes

I'm never gonna
Fall for Modern Love
It walks beside me
It walks on by
Gets me to the church on time
No confession
No religion
I don't believe in modern love

His word told my story
We pass upon those stairs
Spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
This Man Who Sold The World

Rebel Rebel
How could they know
Hot ***** I love you so
Sitting in a tin can
Far above the worlds
Planet earth is blue
And this time it's you
My kindred spirit
Traveling on ahead
Ziggy played guitar
And drew my tears
As we sway through the crowd
To an empty space
Under the moon light
The beautiful moon light
I'll miss you friend...