Eight Line Poem
by David Bowie
From the album: Hunky Dory
Duration: 02:55
Lyrics for Eight Line Poem
The tactful cactus by your window Surveys the prairie of your room The mobile spins to its collision Clara puts her head between her paws They've opened shops down West side Will all the cacti find a home But the key to the city Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky, oh, oh, oh