Playing Bowies With Me
One more strive
Of the drink and drive
With the crashes within
One just gets to hound
The other one rebounds
And no prize to win
You trip and stumble
As you try to juggle
Those staged sorries
Like papercuts
They just build up
One slower defeat
What is there left to prove?
Is there something left to lose?
You've been playing bowies with me
Tell me who are you supposed to be
Cus I don't know you anymore
Rabbits out of hats
The amazing trapeze cats
It won't do it for me
Cus I can perceive
The tricks of your sleeve
Your magician days are gone
What is there left to prove?
Is there something left to lose?
You've been playing Bowies with me
Tell me who are you supposed to be
Cus I don't know you anymore
Cus I can't do this anymore
I'm tired, I'm tired of being alone
You've been playing bowies with me
Tell me who are you supposed to be
Cus I don't know you
David Fonseca Playing Bowies With Me