through the fish
eyed lens of tear stained eyes
i can barely
define the shape of this moment in time
and far from
flying high in clear blue skies
i'm spiralling
down to the hole in the ground where i hide
if you negotiate
the minefield in the drive
and beat the
dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
and if you make
it past the shotgun in the hall
dial the combination,
open the priesthole
and if i'm in
i'll tell you what's behind the wall
there's a kid
who had a big hallucination
making love to
girls in magazines
he wonders if
you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody
love him
or is it just
a crazy dream
and if i show
you my dark side
will you still
hold me tonight
and if i open
my heart to you
and show you
my weak side
what would you
do
would you sell
your story to rolling stone
would you take
the children away
and leave me
alone
and smile in
reassurance
as you whisper
down the phone
would you send
me packing
or would you
take me home
thought i oughta
bare my naked feelings
thought i oughta
tear the curtain down
i held the blade
in trembling hands
prepared to make
it but just then the phone rang
i never had the
nerve to make the final cut
© 1983 pink floyd music publishers ltd.
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