Columbine - David Bowie

Columbine my frail design

I see you see me standing on my own

Is it you that I’m walking through

Should I retrace my point of view

I’m left in clouded dreams of finding who

Not Columbine

Just incase you’re my disguise

I found yourself to my surprise

I’m on the ground

And it’s Harlequin who fix me up Who catches you

Who wanishes me From finding who

You are