David Bowie - You Feel So Lonely You Could Die lyrics
[David Bowie - You Feel So Lonely You Could Die lyrics]
No one ever 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
Then vile rewards for you
And I'm gonna tell, yes, I've gotta tell
Gotta tell the things you 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 the thriller’s street
Will come the silent gun
You've got a dangerous heart
You stole their trust, their moon, their sun
There'll come assassin's needle on
A crowded train
I bet you feel so lonely you could die
Buildings crammed with people
Landscapes filled with wrath
Gray concrete city, rain has wet the street
I want to see you clearly
Before you close the door
A room of bloody history
You made sure of that
I can see you as a corpse hanging from a beam
I could read you like a book
I can feel you falling
I hear you moaning in your room
Oh, see if I care
Oh, please, please make it soon
Walls have got you cornered
You've got the blues, my friend
And people don't like you
But you will leave without a sound
Without an end oblivion shall own you
Death alone shall love you
I hope you feel so lonely you could die
Feel so lonely you could die
You feel so lonely you could die
Leaving slips of paper somewhere in the park
Hidden from your friends
Stealing all they knew
Love is thrown in airless rooms
Then vile rewards for you
And I'm gonna tell, yes, I've gotta tell
Gotta tell the things you 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 the thriller’s street
Will come the silent gun
You've got a dangerous heart
You stole their trust, their moon, their sun
There'll come assassin's needle on
A crowded train
I bet you feel so lonely you could die
Buildings crammed with people
Landscapes filled with wrath
Gray concrete city, rain has wet the street
I want to see you clearly
Before you close the door
A room of bloody history
You made sure of that
I can see you as a corpse hanging from a beam
I could read you like a book
I can feel you falling
I hear you moaning in your room
Oh, see if I care
Oh, please, please make it soon
Walls have got you cornered
You've got the blues, my friend
And people don't like you
But you will leave without a sound
Without an end oblivion shall own you
Death alone shall love you
I hope you feel so lonely you could die
Feel so lonely you could die
You feel so lonely you could die