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David Bowie - Hours Lyrics
Thursdays Child
All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same
Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I'm born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two
[CHORUS]
Throw me tomorrow
Now that I've really got a chance
Throw me tomorrow
Everything's falling into place
Throw me tomorrow
Seeing my past to let it go
Throw me tomorrow
Only for you I don't regret
That I was Thursday's child
Monday Tuesday Wednesday born I was
Monday Tuesday Wednesday born I was
Thursday's child
Sometimes I cried my heart to sleep
Shuffling days and lonesome nights
Sometimes my courage fell to my feet
Lucky old sun is in my sky
Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms
[CHORUS]
Writer: DAVID BOWIE, REEVES GABRELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Something in the Air
Your coat and hat are gone
I really can't look at your little empty shelf
A ragged teddy bear
It feels like we never had a chance
Don't look me in the eye
We lay in each other's arms
But the room is just an empty space
I guess we lived it out
Something in the air
We smile too fast
Then can't think of a thing to say
Lived with the best times
Left with the worst
Danced with you too long
Nothing left to save
Let's take what we can
I know you'll hold your head up high
We've raged for the last time
A place of no return
And there's something in the air
Something in my eye
I've danced with you too long
Yeah
Something in the air
Something in my eye
Abracadoo, I lose you
We can't avoid the clash, the big mistake
Now we're going to pay and pay
The sentence of our lives
Can't believe I'm asking you to go
We used what we could
To get the things we want
But we lost each other on the way
I guess you know I never wanted anyone more than you
Lived all our best times
Left with the worst
I've danced with you too long
Say what you will
There's something in the air
Raged for the last time
But I know you'll hold your head up high
There's nothing we have to say
There's nothing in our eyes
But there's something in the air
Something in my eye
I danced with you too long
There's something I have to say
There's something in the air
Something in my eye
I've danced with you too long
Danced with you too long
Danced with you too long
And there's something in the air
Something in the air
Writer: DAVID BOWIE, REEVES GABRELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., TINTORETTO MUSIC
Survive
Got Oh my, naked eyes
I should have kept you
I should have tried
I should have been a wiser kind of guy
I miss you
Give me wings
Give me space
Give me money for a change of face
These noisy rooms and passion pants
I loved you
Where's the morning in my life?
Where's the sense in staying right?
Who said time is on my side?
I've got ears and eyes and nothing in my life
But I survive your naked eyes
I'll survive
You alone across the floor
You and me and nothing more
You're the great mistake I never made
I never lied to you, I hated when you lied
But I'll survive your naked eyes
I'll survive
Beatle boys, all snowy white
Razzle dazzle clubs every night
Wish I'd sent a Valentine
I love you
I'll survive
Naked eyes
I'll survive
I'll survive
My naked eyes
I'll survive
Writer: DAVID BOWIE, REEVES GABRELS
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
If Im Dreaming My Life
Was she never there?
Was she ever?
Was it air she breathed?
At the wrong time
All the flowers so
From the gallery
with the hymns of night
Singing "come to me"
At the wrong time
On the wrong day
All the lights are fading now
If I'm dreaming all my life
Just one living chance
When the mother sighs
When the father steps aside
At the wrong time
Was she never here?
Was she ever?
Was it air she breathed?
At the wrong time
On the wrong day
All the lights are fading now
If I'm dreaming all my life
If I'm dreaming all my life away
Dreaming my life
Dreaming my [x3]
Dreaming my life
Dreaming my life, away (oh ho)
[Repeat]
Writer: DAVID BOWIE, REEVES GABRELS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , TINTORETTO MUSIC
Seven
I forgot what my father said
I forgot what he said
I forgot what my mother said
as we layed upon your bed
A city full of flowers
a city full of rain
I got seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die
I forgot what my brother said
I forgot what he said
I don't regret anything at all
I remember how he wept
On a bridge of violent people
I was small enough to cry
I got seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die
Hold my face before you
still my trembling heart
Seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die
The Gods forgot they've made me
so I forgot them to
I listen to the shadows
I play among their graves
My heart is never broken
my patience never tried
I got seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die
Seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die
Writer: ROLLO ARMSTRONG, AYALAH DEBORAH BENTOVIM, NEMO JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Whats Really Happening
Grown inside a plastic box
Micro thoughts and safety locks
Hearts become outdated clocks
Ticking in your mind
[CHORUS]
What's really happening?
what tore us apart?
What's really happening?
What's really happening?
what tore us apart?
What's really happening?
Now it's time to close our eyes
Now it's time to say goodbye
Now it's time to face the lie
That we'd never cry
[CHORUS]
All the clouds are made of glass
And they're slowly sinking
Falling like the shattered past
Were we built to last?
[CHORUS]
Writer: DAVID BOWIE, REEVES GABRELS, ALEX GRANT
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell
What to do
What to say
What to wear on a sunny day
Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with on a Sunday night
Reaching the very edge, you know
Reaching the very edge
Going to the other side this time
Reaching the very edge
[CHORUS]
You're still breathing but you don't know why
Life's a bit and sometimes you die
You're still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell
I am a drug
I am a dragon
I am the best jazz you've ever seen
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I found the secrets, I found gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old
What is eternal
What is damned
What is clay and what is sand
Who to dis
Who to truss
Who to listen to
Who to suss
I'm reaching the very edge, you know
I'm reaching the very edge
I'm going to the other side this time
I'm reaching the very edge
[CHORUS]
I am a dragon
I am a drug
I am the best jazz you've ever heard
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I found the secrets, I found gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old
[REPEAT (x4)]
The pretty things are going to hell
They wore it out but they wore it well
You're still breathing but you don't know why
You're still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell
Writer: DAVID BOWIE, REEVES GABRELS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , TINTORETTO MUSIC
New Angels Of Promise
New Angels of Promise
We despair
We are the dead dreams
We take the blame
Take us to the edge of time
Take us to the edge of time
We are the fabulous lovers
I'm a blind man and she's my eyes
[CHORUS]
Suspicious minds
You didn't feel us coming
In this lonely crowd, it's always time
[x2]
New Angels of Promise
we despise
Don't fall apart now
We are the silent ones
Take us to the edge of time
Take us to the edge of time
We are the tabular lovers
We listen to the storm
[CHORUS]
Writer: David Bowie, Reeves Gabrels
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Dreamers
Black eyed ravens
They spiral down
They tilt his head back
To the flame filled sunset
Rise their guns high
As the darken falls
These are the days, boys
Shallow man
Shallow man
Eats in the doorways
With his head inclined
And he's always in decline
No one heals anymore
So he shrinks as they ride
Under vermillion sky
So it goes
Just a searcher
Lonely soul
The last of the dreamers
Shallow man
Shallow man
Speaks to the shadows
Moves his trembling hands
And he's always a little late
For the dawning of the day
So it goes
Just a searcher
Lonely soul
The last of the dreamers
[CHORUS]
Writer: DAVID BOWIE, REEVES GABRELS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , TINTORETTO MUSIC
