(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels) Till the sun blisters and sprays And every lamb ceases to graze When the kiss of the comb Tears my face from the bone CHORUS I`ll be your light When the shadows fall down the wall Then life will be done And it just won`t matter at all I was carved from a hand Nurtured on grime, goodwill and screams Now your breath fills my step Now there is you till life is gone CHORUS I`ll roll your ball Till the stars can`t make me cry Then life will be done And it just won`t matter at all Not at all When the kiss of the comb Tears my face ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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