Text: David Bowie. Reality. Reality.

Tragic youth was looking young and sexy
The tragic youth was wearing tattered black jeans
Bearing arms and flaunting all her mischief
The tragic youth was going down on me

And I swear
Yes, I swear

I built a wall of sound to separate us
And hid among the junk of wretched highs
I sped from Planet X to Planet Alpha
Struggling for reality

Hey, now my sight is failing in this twilight
Now my death is more than just a sad song

And I swear
Yes, I swear

I still don't remember how this happened
I still don't get the wherefores and the whys
I look for sense but I get next to nothing
Hey boy, welcome to reality

I've been right and I've been wrong
Now I'm back where I started from
Never looked over reality's shoulder