One of my turns - Pink Floyd

DAY AFTER DAY, LOVE TURNS GREY LIKE THE SKIN OF A DYING MAN.


NIGHT AFTER NIGHT, WE PRETEND ITS 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 YOULL FIND MY FAVORITE AXE.


DONT LOOK SO FRIGHTENED THIS IS JUST A PASSING PHASE, 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 LIKE TO SEE ME TRY?

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CALL THE COPS?


DO YOU THINK ITS TIME I STOPPED?

WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY?