David Bowie Lyrics
"Station to Station [Original Analogue Master]"
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The return of the thin white duke throwing darts in lover's eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, lost in my circle, dredging the ocean
Here am I, flashing no color tall in my room overlooking the ocean
Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth
There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, making sure white stays
Once there were mountains on mountains
Once there were sun birds to soar with and once I could never be down
I got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonderful, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Well, drink to the men who protect you and I
Oh, drink, drink, raise your glass, raise your glass high
It's not the side effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late to be grateful, it's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful the European canon is here
I must be only one in a million
'Cause I can't pass the day without her
It's too late to be grateful, it's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful the European canon is here
Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late to be grateful, it's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful the European canon is here
Yes, it's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European canon is here and yes it's too late
Oh, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European canon is here and yes, it's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European canon is here
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, making sure white stays
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, lost in my circle, dredging the ocean
Here am I, flashing no color tall in my room overlooking the ocean
Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth
There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, making sure white stays
Once there were mountains on mountains
Once there were sun birds to soar with and once I could never be down
I got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonderful, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Well, drink to the men who protect you and I
Oh, drink, drink, raise your glass, raise your glass high
It's not the side effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late to be grateful, it's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful the European canon is here
I must be only one in a million
'Cause I can't pass the day without her
It's too late to be grateful, it's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful the European canon is here
Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late to be grateful, it's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful the European canon is here
Yes, it's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European canon is here and yes it's too late
Oh, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European canon is here and yes, it's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European canon is here
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, making sure white stays