Besedila: Roger Waters. One Of My Turns.

Day after day, love turns gray
Like the skin on a dying man
Night after night, we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and you have grown colder

And nothing is very much fun, anymore
And I can feel one all of my turns coming on
I feel cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe

Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days

Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?

Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?

Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?