Texty: Pink Floyd. Ibiza Bar.

I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made
making every time that I lay
I feel like an odball with a cut-off mind
so if you excuse me it's time
when the count is rhymed
and the story-line is fine

I've been amazed since the first time
I can't get a line too close
take me down, take me down
from the cell of my mind
and hear me slowely floating lonely somewhere

I live far enough on a shelf like a dress
on the end of all that reads like a sad song
leaves began to grow beautiful
and years they began
and hear me slowely floating lonely
flowing down too slow