One Of My Turns (Programme 3|Band Demos) - Pink Floyd
Day after day love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
Night after night we pretend it's all right
But you have grown older and
I 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 razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum
Run to the bedroom in the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
Just one of my bad days
Would you like to watch T V
Or get between the sheets
Or contemplate the silent freeway
Would you like something to eat
Would you like to call the cops
Do you think it's time I stopped
Why are you running away
