This is one of these days
When money makes pigs of us and them
There's just no time
It is spinning round and around
All of us, crazy diamonds, learning to fly
Burning bridges, brain damage
Until the division bell pronounces the hero's return
A great day for freedom
A man will breathe again...on the dark side...on the dark side of the moon
And he will wonder on his possible pasts
His mind on the run, close to the turning away
Highly hoping for his final gig in the sky
Should we shout, should we scream
What have we done
Time to run, run like hell, outside the wall, run from the life,
The final cut from the blue sky, goodbye
The show must go on and for you absolutely curtains...
As he says his last sentence, the mind keeps talking
But his mouth are lost for words