Dead Against It - David Bowie

And when she drowns

Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh

«Good god» or «My» I cry and die and lie beside

She is the apple in my eye

She talked to God

I couldn’t cope

Or’d hope eloped

A dope, she roped

This salty lie

And when she’s dreaming, I believe

And when she’s reading, I retreat

Can’t believe her

Telling me she’s dead again

Telling me she’s dead against it

And deep my wound

Within for every second chance it was

Thy-tore

From deep within, despite the rain, my words are worn

She loves to talk into the phone

No matter who

No matter when

No matter where

No better than the faulty line

And when she’s dreaming, I believe

And when she’s reading, I retreat

Can’t believe her

Telling me she’s dead again

Telling me she’s dead against it