Day after day, love turns greyLike the skin of a dying man.Night after night, we pretend its all rightBut I have grown older andYou have grown colder andNothing is very much fun any more.And I can feel one of my turns coming on.I feel cold as a razor blade,Tight as a tourniquet,Dry as a funeral drum.[Pink Floyd]
Post N° 11
Day after day, love turns greyLike the skin of a dying man.Night after night, we pretend its all rightBut I have grown older andYou have grown colder andNothing is very much fun any more.And I can feel one of my turns coming on.I feel cold as a razor blade,Tight as a tourniquet,Dry as a funeral drum.[Pink Floyd]