Heathen (The Rays) — David Bowie

Steel on the skyline Sky made of glass Made for a real world All things must pass Oo-o

Waiting for something Looking for someone Is there no reason? Have I stared too long? Oo-o, Oo-o

You say you'll leave me

And when the sun is low And the rays high I can see it now I can feel it die Oo-o, Oo-o