Текст песни Pink Floyd - Point Me In The Sky
Pink Floyd - Point Me In The Sky слова песни
Текст песни Pink Floyd - Point Me In The Sky
Hey Gone, this is Henry MacleanAnd I finished my beutiful flying mashineAnd 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 changedIsn't it we're insane( )Playing the games that we know end in tearsThe games we've been playing for thousands and thousandsPoint me to this comic flightAnd throw away the plastic coloured eyeI'd like to use the static miles that we flyThis is my last summarizePoint me in the sky and let me flyAnd if you survive till two thousant 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 friend