The Dreamers - David Bowie

Black eyed ravens

They spiral down

They tilt his head back

To the flame filled sunset

Raise their guns high

As the darken falls

These are the days boys

Shallow man

Shallow man… and they

Eats in the doorway

With his head inclined

And he’s always in decline

No-one heals anymore

So he shrinks as they ride

Under vermillion sky

So it goes

Just a searcher

A lonely soul

The last of the dreamers

Shallow man

Shallow man

Speaks to the shadows

Moves his trembling hands

And he’s always a little late

For the dawning of the day

So it goes

Just a searcher

A lonely soul

The last of the dreamers