Letra de The Cynic (featuring David Bowie)

so pull me out of this dream turn off the television put on a romantic vinyl and come to bed again please be my next morning flower but don't be here all the time leave me a couple of hours then bring me food and wine ..play with me, play with me don't tell me how it feels don't let it be for real don't tell me how you feel I'll make this week disappear like I've erased several month it's turning into a year now and I'm still a manikin you're so poetic when you're sad so tiring when you cry we could fly out and get married I think I love you now. ..play with me, play with me don't tell me how it feels don't let it be for real don't tell me how you feel