Soul Love - David Bowie

Stone love — she kneels before the grave

A brave son — who gave his life

To save the slogan

That hovers between the headstone and her eyes

For they penetrate her grieving

New love — a boy and girl are talking

New words — that only they can share in

New words — a love so strong it tears their hearts

To sleep — through the fleeting hours of morning

Love is careless in its choosing

Sweeping over cross a baby

Love descends on those defenseless

Idiot love will spark the fusion

Inspirations have I none

Just to touch the flaming dove

All I have is my love of love

And love is not loving

Soul love — the priest that tastes the word and

Told of love — and how my God on high is

All love — though reaching up my loneliness

Evolves, by the blindness that surrounds him

Love is careless in its choosing

Sweeping over cross a baby

Love descends on those defenseless

Idiot love will spark the fusion

Inspirations have I none

Just to touch the flaming dove

All I have is my love of love

And love is not loving