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…
“There is no dark side in
the moon really.
Matter of fact, it’s all dark.”