THROWING DARTS IN LOVERS' EYES
HERE ARE WE, ONE MAGICAL MOMENT, SUCH IS THE STUFF
FROM WHERE DREAMS ARE WOVEN
BENDING SOUND, DREDGING THE OCEAN, LOST IN MY CIRCLE
HERE AM I, FLASHING NO COLOUR
TALL IN THIS ROOM OVERLOOKING THE OCEAN
HERE ARE WE, ONE MAGICAL MOMENT FROM KETHER AND MALKUTH
THERE ARE YOU, DRIVE LIKE A DEMON FROM STATION TO STATION
THE RETURN OF THE THIN WHITE DUKE
THROWING DARTS IN LOVERS' EYES
THE RETURN OF THE THIN WHITE DUKE
MAKING SURE WHITE STAINS

ONCE THERE WERE MOUNTAINS ON MOUNTAINS
AND ONCE THERE WERE SUNBIRDS TO SOAR WITH
AND ONCE I COULD NEVER BE DOWN
GOT TO KEEP SEARCHING AND SEARCHING AND, OH,
WHAT WILL I BE BELIEVING AND WHO WILL CONNECT ME WITH LOVE?
WONDER WHO, WONDER WHO, WONDER WHEN
HAVE YOU SOUGHT FORTUNE, EVASIVE AND SHY?
DRINK TO THE MEN WHO PROTECT YOU AND I
DRINK, DRINK, RAISE YOUR GLASS, RAISE YOUR GLASS HIGH

IT'S NOT THE SIDE-EFFECTS OF THE COCAINE
I'M THINKING THAT IT MUST BE LOVE
IT'S TOO LATE - TO BE GRATEFUL
IT'S TOO LATE - TO BE LATE AGAIN
IT'S TOO LATE - TO BE HATEFUL
THE EUROPEAN CANNON IS HERE
I MUST BE ONLY ONE IN A MILLION
I WON'T LET THE DAYS PASS WITHOUT HER
IT'S TOO LATE - TO BE GRATEFUL
IT'S TOO LATE - TO BE LATE AGAIN
IT'S TOO LATE - TO BE HATEFUL
THE EUROPEAN CANNON IS HERE
SHOULD I BELIEVE I'VE BEEN STRICKEN?
DOES MY FACE SHOW SOMEKIND OF GLOW?
IT'S TOO LATE - TO BE GRATEFUL
IT'S TOO LATE - TO BE LATE AGAIN
IT'S TOO LATE - TO BE HATEFUL
THE EUROPEAN CANNON IS HERE, THIS IS HERE

IT'S TOO LATE
IT'S TOO LATE etc.

Words & Music : B O W I E (1975