| Pink Floyd Lyrics |
| Comfortably Numb |
| Hello Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can here me. Is there anyone home? Come on now I here you're feeling down I can ease your pain Get you on your feet again. Relax I'll need some information first. Just the basic facts. Can you show me wher it hurts? There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't here what you're saying. Whe I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain, you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb. I have become comfortably numb. Ok. Just a little pinprick There will be no more (Aaaaaaaaah) But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do believe it's working, good. That'll keep you going 'til the show Come on it's time to go There is no more pain, you are receding A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't here what you are saying. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse. Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone. And I have become Comfortably Numb. |
| Time |
| Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but your older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is gettin shorter never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time has gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say. Breathe(Reprise) Home. Home again. I like to be here when I can. When I come home cold and tired, It's good to warm my bones beside the fire. Far away, across the field, the tolling of the iron bell, Calls the faithfull to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells. |
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| Modern-Day Floyd |
| Rick Wright, Nick Mason, David Gilmour |