Eight Line Poem Lyrics

David Bowie

Tactful cactus by your window Surveys the prairie of your room Mobile spins to its collision Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down west side Will all the cacti find a home But the key to the city Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky

Gracenote

Official Artist-Approved Licensed
Lyrics from Gracenote
Lyrics Terms of Use

Add Tag

Tags

Tell Us What These Lyrics Mean To You...

Mobile Sitehide
Hey, we have a new extension for Chrome: Lyrics for Youtube! More info...