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 is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their
folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks
open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head e plodes
with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the
dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my
head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts,
thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in
starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the
dark side of the moon
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
beg, borrow or steal
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say
All that you eat
everyone you meet
All that you slight
everyone you fight
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
There is no dark side
of the moon really.
Matter of fact it's all dark.
"Walk, Don't Run"
