Man alone born of stone will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul
Do you want to be the pillow where I lay my head,
Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
Who are you and who am I to say we know the reason why
Some are born; Some men die beneath one infinite sky
The rain fell slow, down on all the roofs of uncertainty
I thought of you and the years and all the sadness fell away from me
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,