Besedila: David Bowie. Heathen. Heathen.

Steel on the skyline
Sky made of glass
Made for a real world
All things must pass

Ooo

Waiting for something
Looking for someone
Is there no reason?
Have I stared too long?

Ooo, ooo

You say you'll leave me

And when the sun is low
And the rays high
I can see it now
I can feel it die

Ooo, ooo