prayer can't Travel so far these days The talk of your lives Standing so near Two innocent eyes Poor dunce Swings through the tunnels And claws his way Is small
(Music: Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/ Kizilcay/Campbell - Lyrics: Bowie) Poor soul Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so
翻訳: デビッドボウイ. 土地の小区画.
: (Music: Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/ Kizilcay/Campbell - Lyrics: Bowie) Poor soul Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him
