Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in
time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground
where I hide.

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic
eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the
wall.

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found
faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

THE FINAL CUT-PINK FLOYD

סקלא .רלדניש תמישר םיאורו ישוס םילכוא סקלאו ינאו ברעב שיש םוי הז רבחה םע קרוי וינב ברעב שיש םויב תוארל יסאלקה טרסה קוידב אל ילש הרומה ,סר'גור רטסיממ תיב ירועיש הז לבא ,ךלש ידוהי אלה וליחתהש ינפל ןופפלמ םע ,תחא ישוס תכיתח קר יתלכא .עונלוקל לוקב הכוב ינא .תועמדה

ץיק תדלי הבזכא טנרודואדל תכלהמ תמוסרפ ומכ תיארנ ץיק תדלי לש חירו

עבשו םישימח ןב ,בוחרב הרשע םייתש תונב תודליב ההוב ,ץרוק םימעפל .ץרוק ,ןכ