Dead Against It [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-torn
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 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