Is David Bowie Dying

Take your golden tooth
Try to throw it to the moon
Take your mouth and scream
Whistle wasted in your dreams
Take your eyes and leave
One for love and one for me
Take your ears, they must
Tons of meteoric dust

At the mountain, you scream
Now the fountain reveals
As you do want and make you whole

Goodbye, goodbye
Take your legs and run
Into the death-rays of the sun
Take your legs and run
Into the death-rays of the sun
Take your legs and run
Into the death-rays of the sun
Take your legs and run
Into the death-rays of the sun
The sun
Take your legs and run
Into the death rays of the sun