He came in silver on a fever wire A crooked halo and electric fire A paper moon in platform shoes and scars With kohl-black constellations in his heart He made a cathedral out of rust and sound Turned every outcast kingdom upside down He smiled like something holy and bizarre And everything he touched became art [Pre-Chorus] He could hear the static in tomorrow’s blood Before the children found the screen He saw the world dissolve into the flood A bright synthetic dream ohhhh yeah yeah yeah [Chorus] And David played his guitar Like he was splitting open stars With Major Tom still drifting through the dark And all the lost kids in his arms And David played his guitar Like a saint in lipstick and sparks Turning ruin into radio and stars And making heartbreak look like art [Verse 2] He kissed the camera, cursed the crown Made broken glamour holy downtown A leper messiah in satin and rain With Paris in one eye and Mars in his brain He made a language out of pose and flame A sex machine with a prophet’s name He walked through boredom like a boulevard shark And everything he touched became art [Pre-Chorus] He said the wires were coming for us all Music like water from the wall An alien choir in a thousand rooms A beautiful, digital doom ohhhh yeah yeah yeah [Chorus] Like he was splitting open stars With Major Tom still drifting through the dark Like a saint in lipstick and sparks Turning nothing into radio and stars And making heartbreak look like art And David played his guitar [Bridge] Ashes in the mirror, glitter in the wound Velvet revolution referencing the moon A black star blooming where the twisted spark A boy from Brixton teaching how to walk the walk He never stayed still long enough to be boring He changed his skin before with no regard to the scoring He made fame and fortune feel like a scar He kept stepping where the strange things are [Breakdown / Spoken-Sung] He knew the future wouldn’t be the same through cables and screens the change came What he foresee no one understood It's amazing how this prophecy stood He never asked permission to become He changed before the old world had begun He held the weird up like a burning heart And everything he touched became art [Final Chorus] And David played his guitar Like he was splitting open stars With Major Tom still drifting through the dark And all the lost kids in his arms And David played his guitar Like a saint in lipstick and sparks Turning ruin into radio and stars And making heartbreak look like art [Outro] Oh Starman… Blackstar… Satellite heart… And David played his guitar…
