Dead Against It

(David Bowie)

And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
"Good God oh 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