You Feel So Lonely You Could Die (1)YOU FEEL SO LONELY YOU COULD DIE(David Bowie)No one ever saw youMoving through the darkLeaving slips of paper1Somewhere in the parkHidden from your friendsStealing all they knewLovers thrown in airless roomsThen vile rewards for youBut I’m gonna tellYes I gotta tellGotta tell the things you’ve saidWhen you’re talking in the darkAnd I’m gonna tell the things you’ve doneWhen you’re walking through the parkSometime on the thriller’s streetWill come the silent gunYou’ve got a dangerous heartYou stole their trust, their moon, their sun2There’ll come assassin’s needle3On a crowded trainI’ll bet you feel so lonelyYou could dieBuildings crammed with peopleLandscape filled with wrathGrey concrete cityRain has wet the streetI want to see you clearlyBefore you close the doorA room of bloody historyYou made sure of thatI can see you as a corpseHanging from a beamI can read
