Texty:
Pink Floyd Obscured By Clouds

The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in the gloom of a sickroom And talk to yourself as you die Life

You shout in your sleep Perhaps the price is just too steep Is your conscience at rest If once put to the test? You awake with a start To just the beating

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Come on, my friends, Let's make for the hills. They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills. You can get your hands on whatever we find, Because

Ancient bonds are breaking Moving on and changing sides Dreaming of a new day Cast aside the other way Magic visions stirring Kindled by and burning

'll put one down 'Cause I wanna find What lies behind those eyes Midnight blue Burning gold A yellow moon Is growing cold I rise Looking through my morning eyes Surprised to find you by

higher Ancient bulbs are breaking, leaving all and changing sides dreaming of a new day, cast aside the other way magic vision, staring, kindled by the

after mile, stone after stone you turn to speak but your alone million miles from home you're on your own Fly kite by candle light with her by my side

get one down ' cause I want to find what lies behind those eyes Midnight blue, burning gold a yellow moon is growing cold I rise, looking through my morning eyes surprised to find you by