Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
This is one of the songs by Pink Floyd,called one of my turns.Think these things really occur in our materialistic world as well.
2 comments:
that verse by roger waters is a concise summary of how my life is right now.
i feel ya... perfect for the last 6 months in my world... painful...
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