Pink Floyd "One of My Turns" Songtext

One of My Turns

Day after day, love turns greyLike the skin of a dying manNight after night, we pretend it's all rightBut I have grown older andYou have grown colder andNothing is very much fun any more.

And I can feel one of my turns coming on.I feel cold as razor bladeTight as a tourniquetDry as a funeral drum,Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the leftYou'll find my favourite axeDon't look so frightenedThis is just a passing phaseJust one of my bad daysWould 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 learn to fly?Would you like to see me try?Would you like to call the cops?Do you think it's time I stopped?Why are you running away?

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