The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom And the possibilities it seems to offer It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it A series of shocks - sneakers fall apart Earth keeps on rolling - witnesses falling It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it Yeah, yeah, yeah - up the hill backwards It'll be all right While we sleep they go to work We're legally crippled it's the death of love It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it More idols than realities I'm OK, you're so-so It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it Yeah, yeah, yeah - up the hill backwards It'll be all right ooh-ooh
Written by: David Bowie