Текст песни Pink Floyd - Point Me At The Sky
Pink Floyd - Point Me At The Sky слова песни
Текст песни Pink Floyd - Point Me At The Sky
(from "Purple Simon Moves Pink Harum")Hey Gene, this is Henry MacleanAnd I finished my beautiful flying machineAnd I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving and maybeYou'd like to fly with me and hide with me, babyIsn't it strange how little we changed( )Isn't it sad we're insanePlaying the games that we know end in tearsThe games we've been playing for thousands and thousandsPoint me to this cosmic flightAnd throw away the plastic coloured eyeI'd like to use the static miles that we flyThis is my last summarizePoint me at the sky and let it flyAnd if you survive till two thousand and fiveI hope you're exceedingly thinFor if you are stout you will have to breath outWhile the people around you breathe in, breathe inPeople blaspheme all I sayTo something that I hate to sayStooping down to eat the airBreathe careful that you might die, my friendAll we've got to say to you is goodbye