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 bination' 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

Hello Listen' I think I've got it

Okay' listen its a HaHa

The final cut - Pink Floyd