the final cut-pink floyd

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 spiraling 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.