Pink Floyd - The Final Cut lyrics
[Pink Floyd - The Final Cut lyrics]
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 shotguns in the hall
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you
(What's behind the wall) shot (Yahoo)
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
"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it"
"Okay, listen, it's a- Ha ha haha!"
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 shotguns in the hall
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you
(What's behind the wall) shot (Yahoo)
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
"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it"
"Okay, listen, it's a- Ha ha haha!"