There was something in your face again I see sometimes in my dreams Not the faintest belief where we had to hide The sound of marching boots outside
Silent tears are streaming down Gather to forbidden streams The shifting clouds flowing entangled Shadows edge the scenery Thoughts collide with chained
So you think I need a friend That's not the way it is You never really understand Still sitting by your side Watching every move There never really was
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by Syd Barret On a distant shore, miles from land stands the ebony totem in ebony sand a dream in a mist of grey... on a far distant shore... The pebble
Like a teardrop in the desert A soldier shut down in war Who'll tell me how things fit together Where do I belong It was a cold november morning The
Before you closed the door You looked up to the sky "Next time let's make a brand new start" you said But now it's to late to tell you what I feel So
Outside Drilling tunnels in the rain Sometimes Not even thinking of your pain My face shield slips again The light shines through into my brain But the
