The Loneliest Guy — текст песни (David Bowie)

Streets damp and warm

Empty smell metal

Weeds between buildings

Pictures on my hard drive

But I`m the luckiest guy

Not the loneliest guy



Steam under floor

Shards by the mirrors frame

Clouds green and low

No sign, no nothing now

But I`m the luckiest guy

Not the loneliest guy



All the pages that have turned

All the errors left unlearned, oh

Well I`m the luckiest guy

Not the loneliest guy

In the world

Not me

Not me



[Thanks to Maybegodisplaid@yahoo.com for these lyrics]