Syd Barrett - It Is Obvious lyrics
[Syd Barrett - It Is Obvious lyrics]
It is obvious may I say, oh baby
That it is found on another plane?
Yes I can creep into cupboards
Sleep in the hall
Your stars - my stars, a simple cot bars
Only an impulse - pie in the sky
Mumble listen dolly
Drift over your mind - holly
Creep into bed when your head's on the ground
She held the torch on the porch
She winked an eye
Reason it is written on the brambles
Stranded on the spikes - my blood red
Oh listen: Remember those times I could call
Through the clear day time you'd be there
'nd braver and braver, a handkerchief waver
The louder your lips to a loud hailer
Growing together, they good of each either
No wondering, stumbling, fumbling
Rumbling minds shot together
Our minds shot together
So equally over a valley, a hill
Wood on quarry stood, each of us crying
A velvet curtain of gray
Mark the blanket where sparrows play
And the trees by the waving corn stranded
My legs move the last empty inches to you
The softness
The warmth from the weather in suspense
Mote to a grog - the star of white chalk
Minds shot together, our minds shot together
That it is found on another plane?
Yes I can creep into cupboards
Sleep in the hall
Your stars - my stars, a simple cot bars
Only an impulse - pie in the sky
Mumble listen dolly
Drift over your mind - holly
Creep into bed when your head's on the ground
She held the torch on the porch
She winked an eye
Reason it is written on the brambles
Stranded on the spikes - my blood red
Oh listen: Remember those times I could call
Through the clear day time you'd be there
'nd braver and braver, a handkerchief waver
The louder your lips to a loud hailer
Growing together, they good of each either
No wondering, stumbling, fumbling
Rumbling minds shot together
Our minds shot together
So equally over a valley, a hill
Wood on quarry stood, each of us crying
A velvet curtain of gray
Mark the blanket where sparrows play
And the trees by the waving corn stranded
My legs move the last empty inches to you
The softness
The warmth from the weather in suspense
Mote to a grog - the star of white chalk
Minds shot together, our minds shot together