Heathen (The Rays) - David Bowie

Steel on the skyline

Sky made of glass

Made for a real world

All things must pass

Oo-o

Waiting for something

Looking for someone

Is there no reason?

Have I stared too long?

Oo-o, Oo-o

You say you’ll leave me And when the sun is low

And the rays high

I can see it now

I can feel it die

Oo-o, Oo-o