Station to Station Songtext
von David Bowie

The return of the Thin White Duke
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 movement
From Kether to Malkuth 1
There are you
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

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
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonder who, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain 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 day 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 that I′ve been stricken?
Does my face show some kind 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, yes it′s here
It's too late
It′s too late
It's too late
It′s too late
It's too late
The european cannon is here
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 day 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 that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind 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, yes it′s here
It′s too late