Pink Floyd Raving And Drooling
Raving and drooling, I fell on his neck with a scream He had a whole lot of terminal shock in his eyes That's what you get for pretending the rest are not real Bubbling and snapping at far away flies He will zig-zag his way back through Memories of boredom and pain
How does it feel to be empty and angry and spaced? He was caught in the middle between the illusion Of safety in numbers and being brought down to his knees
