What do you sing about when you don't want to sing about love?
Let's see, my life is filled with interesting stuff...

David Bowie died in my dream last night.
He lay in his coffin with his baleful eye
Then he turned into you.

You at the kitchen table
Book open with a cup of tea
Me doing push-ups talking about conspiracies
Me: "Put on our coats. Let's take a walk down by the East River. The stars are out. The wind makes us shiver."
It's a life lived inside of love.

It's not a crime no. It's not a crime no.
To leave when it suits you.
Well damned if I know
Well what if I don't ever solve the riddle of you.
Well the window in time is closing
Now it's true.

What do you think about when you're caught by your love.
It's a black cancerous mass that all my friends are afraid of.
I've been insufferable before the last week you know
I'm walking down dark endless streets
Transparently beaten by love.

It's not a crime no.
It's not a crime no.
To leave when it suits you.
Well damned if I know.
Well what if I don't ever solve the riddle of you.

Well the window in time is closing now it's true.

What do you sing about when you don't want to sing about love?
Let's see my life is filled with interesting stuff.
David Bowie resurrected in my dream last night.
He helped me with the gaze of his baleful eye.
And upon waking, I hardly thought of you