Day after day, love turns grey Like the skin of a dying man And night after night we pretend it's all right But I have grown older and You have grown colder and Nothing is very much fun any more. And I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade Tight as a tourniquet Dry as a funeral drum Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left You'll find my favourite axe Don't look so frightened This is just a passing phase Just one of my bad days Would you like to watch T.V. ? Or get between the sheets Or contemplate the silent freeway ? Would you like something to eat ? Would you like to learn to fly ? Would you ? Would you like to see me try ? Oh I don't know Would you like to call the cops ? Do you think it's time I stopped ? Why are you running away ? Pink Floyd -One of my Turns |
Monday, July 8, 2013
Wanna take a bath?
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