The Prettiest Star ... Words and music by David Bowie.

Cold fire, you've got everything but cold fire.
You will be my rest and peace child.
I moved up to take a place near you.

So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tired.
It's a trick to make you see wide.
It can all but break your heart in pieces.

Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the past.
How you moved is all it takes
To sing a song of when I loved
The Prettiest Star ...

One day, though it might as well be someday,
You and I will rise up all the way
All because of what you are --
The Prettiest Star.