Dead Against It — текст песни (David Bowie)

And when she drowns

Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh

"good god" or "my" I cry and die and lie beside



She is the apple in my eye

She talked to god

I couldnt cope

Ord hope eloped

A dope she roped

This salty lie



And when shes dreaming, I believe

And when shes reading, I retreat

Cant believe her

Telling me shes dead again

Telling me shes dead against it



And deep my wound

Within for every second chance it was

Thy-tore

From deep within, despite the rain, my words are worn



She loves to talk into the phone

No matter who

No matter when

No matter where

No better than the faulty line



And when shes dreaming, I believe

And when shes reading, I retreat

Cant believe her

Telling me shes dead again

Telling me shes dead against it