One more strive
of the drink and drive
with the crashes within

one just gets hound
the other one rebounds
and no prize to win

you trip and stumble
as you try to juggle
those staged sorries

like papercuts
they just build up
one slower defeat

now what is there left to prove?
is there something left to lose?
you've been playing bowies with me
tell me who are you supposed to be
‘cus I don't know you anymore

rabbits out of hats
the amazing trapeze cats
it won't do it for me

‘cus I can perceive
the tricks up your sleeve
your magician days are gone

what is there left to prove?
is there something left to lose?
you've been playing bowies with me
tell me who are you supposed to be
‘cus I don't know you anymore

what is there left to prove?
is there something left to lose?
you've been playing bowies with me
tell me who are you supposed to be

now who are you supposed to be

‘Cus I can’t do this anymore

‘Cus I’m tired, I’m tired of being alone

You’ve been playing bowies with me

Tell me who are you supposed to be

‘cus I don’t know