Texty: Pink Floyd. Delicate Sound of Thunder. Comfortably Numb.
:
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
come on now,
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
a distant ship smoke on the horizon
You have only coming through in wares
You'r lips more but I can't hear why you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands fell just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
can you stand up?
I do believe its working good
that I'll keep you going through the show
Come on its time to go
There is no pain, you are recading
A distant chip smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a flecting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
come on now,
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
a distant ship smoke on the horizon
You have only coming through in wares
You'r lips more but I can't hear why you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands fell just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
can you stand up?
I do believe its working good
that I'll keep you going through the show
Come on its time to go
There is no pain, you are recading
A distant chip smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a flecting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb
Pink Floyd
Delicate Sound of Thunder