Maxioms by Pink Floyd
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a read 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.
I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to.
I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to.
How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year read more
How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
