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Pink Floyd Works

Aye and a bit of mackerel, settler rack and down Ran it down by the home and I flew Well, I slapped me and I flopped it down in the shade And I cried,

Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow There is no other day Let's try it another way You

: Arnold Layne had a strange hobby collecting clothes, moonshine washing lines they suit him fine On the wall hung a tall mirror distorted view, see

: You say the hill's too steep to climb, try it you say you'd like to see me try, climb it you pick the place and I'll choose the time and I'll climb

: One two three four The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime you shuffle in the gloom of the sick room and talk to

: Home, home again I like to be here when I can when I come home cold and tired it's good to warm my bones beside the fire far away across the field

Home, home again I like to be here when I can when I come home cold and tired it's good to warm my bones beside the fire far away across the field the

The lunatic is on the grass The lunatic is on the grass remembering games and daisy chains and laughs got to keep the loonies on the path The lunatic

Little by little the night turns around counting the leaves wich tremble in the dawn notices leaning on each other and yearning under the leaves the