The Final Cut - Pink Floyd (平克·弗洛伊德)

Written by：Roger Waters/James Guthrie/Michael Kamen

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

If I'm in

I'll tell

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 you

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

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