Eight Line Poem – David BowieBy The tactful cactus by your windowSurveys the prairie of your roomThe mobile spins to its collisionClara puts her head between her pawsThey’ve opened shops down the WestsideWill all the cacti find a homeBut the key to the city is in the sunThat pins the branches to the sky www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20