Album: The Wall

One Of My Turns

[spoken in background:]
Oh my God, what a fabulous room!
Are all these your guitars
This place is bigger than our apartment.
Uh, could I have a drink of water
Ya want some Huh
Oh wow! Look at this tub!
Wanna take a bath
What're you watching
Hello
Are you feeling ok

Day after day,
Our love turns gray,
Like the skin on 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 all my turns coming on.
I feel,
Cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left,
You'll find my favorite 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 a silent freeway
Would you like something to eat
Would you like to learn to fly
Would ya
Would you like to see me try
Ooohh. No! Would you like to call the cops
Do you think it's time I stopped
Why are you running away