Brain Damage/Eclipse: Pink Floyd

The lunatic is on the grass.

The lunatic is on the grass.

Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.

Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.

The lunatics are in my hall.

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor

And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon

And if there is no room upon the hill

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.

The lunatic is in my head.

You raise the blade, you make the change

You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.

You lock the door and throw away the key

There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear.

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

All that you touch

And all that you see

All that you taste

All you feel.

And all that you love

And all that you hate

All you distrust

All you save.

And all that you give

And all that you deal

And all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal.

And all you create

And all you destroy

And all that you do

And all that you say.

And all that you eat

And everyone you meet

And all that you slight

And everyone you fight.

And all that is now

And all that is gone

And all that's to come

And everything under the sun is in tune

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.