The Final Cut lyrics

Artist  : Pink Floyd 
Song : The Final Cut
 
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyesI
can barely define the shape of this moment in
timeAnd far from flying high in clear blue
skiesI'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground
where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the driveAnd
beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic
eyesAnd if you make it past the shotgun in the
hall,Dial the combination, open the priestholeAnd
if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.
There's a kid who had a big hallucinationMaking
love to girls in magazines.He wonders if you're
sleeping with your new found faith.Could anybody
love himOr is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark sideWill you still hold
me tonight?And if I open my heart to youAnd show
you my weak sideWhat would you do?Would you sell
your story to Rolling Stone?Would you take the
children awayAnd leave me alone?And smile in
reassuranceAs you whisper down the phone?Would
you send me packing?Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,Thought I
oughta tear the curtain down.I held the blade in
trembling handsPrepared to make it but just then
the phone rangI never had the nerve to make the
final cut.
"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen
its a HaHa!"