Placebo David Bowie Without You Im Nothing

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. Ill take it by your side. Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide. Ill take it by your side. Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies. Ill take it by your side. Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide. Ill take it by your side. Im unclean, a libertine And every time you vent your spleen, I seem to lose the power of speech, Your slipping slowly from my reach. You grow me like an evergreen, You never see the lonely me at all I.