The final Cut
Pink Floyd
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eye_____s, I can barely define the shape of this moment in time. And far from flying high in clear blue skie_____s, 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 shotguns in the hall, Dial the combination, open the priesthole, and if I'm in I'll tell you... 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 drea_____m ? (Aah, Aah, Aah, Aah) And if I show you my dark side, Will you still hold me tonight ? And if I open my heart to you, 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. T hought 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.
