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"