One Of My Turns

Pink Floyd

   Day after day, love turns grey 
   Like the skin of a dying man  
   And 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 of my turns coming on.   
   I , feel, cold as a razor blade  
   Tight as a tourniquet  
   
   Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left   
   You'll find my favourite ........ 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?   
   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?