One of My Turns - Pink Floyd (平克·弗洛伊德)

Written by：Roger Waters

Day after day love turns gray

Like the skin of a dying man

Night after night we pretend it's all right

But I have grown older and

You have grown colder and

Nothing is very much fun any more

And I can feel one of my turns coming on

I feel cold as a razor blade

Tight as a tourniquet

Dry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom

In the suitcase on the left

You'll find my favorite axe

Don't look so frightened

This is just a passing phase

One of my bad days

Would you like to watch TV

Or get between the sheets

Or contemplate the silent freeway

Would you like something to eat

Would you like to learn to fly

Would ya

Would you like to see me try

Ah no

Would you like to call the cops

Do you think it's time I stopped

Why are you running away