8 Line Poem by David Bowie

8 Line Poem Lyrics

edit | print 
Tactful cactus by a window
Surveys the prairie of the room.
Mobile spins to its collision.
Clara puts her head between her paws.

Open shops on the westside,
Will all the cacti find a home?
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that thins the branches to the sky.

--------------------------------------
Thanks to (Tommy Womack) for correcting these lyrics. Oct 13, 2009
Love this song? Put this box on your blog!
Lyrics

8 Line Poem Lyrics

Tactful cactus by a window
Surveys the prairie of the room.
Mobile spins to its collision.
Clara puts her head between her paws.

Open shops on the westside,
Will all the cacti find a home?
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that thins the branches to the sky.
full lyrics

more lyrics

Paste this code into your blog:
This is where you edit and then post corrections:
Artist:
Title:
Songwriter:
Your name (just to give you credit, optional):
Email (to let you know, when it's posted):
Enter the code exactly as it appears:
   
1. Click to add a song to your playlist.

2. Search and add more songs.

3. Save the playlist and share it anywhere.

PlayAdd
8 Line Poem
Send Ringtone to your Cell  
Download MP3
PlayAdd
the Supernatural - 8 Line Poem/ Burning Love/ Love Me
Send Ringtone to your Cell  
Download MP3
You are here: Home  : D  : David Bowie  : 8 Line Poem Lyrics
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
0123456789