The Final Cut lyrics

Through the fish
eyedlens
of tearstained eyes

I can barely define
the shape of this
moment in time

And far from flying high
in clear blue skies....

I'm spiralling down
to the hole
in the ground
where I hide

If you negotiate
the minefield
in the drive

And beat the dogs
and cheat the cold
electronic eyes

And if you make it
past the shotguns
in the hall

Dial the combination

Open the priest hole

Andif I'm in
I'll tell you

There's a kid
who had a big
hallucination

Making love
to girls in magazines

He wonders
if you're sleeping
with your new
found faith

Could anybody
love him?

Or is it just
a crazy dream?

And if I
show you
my dark side

Will you still
hold me

Tonight?

And if I...

Open my heart to you

And show you
my weak side

What would you do?

Would you sell
your story
to Rolling Stone?

Would you take
the children away?

And leave me alone

And smile in
reassurance

As you whisper
down the phone

Would you send me
packing?

Or would you
take me home?

Thought I had to
bare my
naked feelings

Thought I had to
tear the
curtain down

I held the blade
in trembling hands
prepared to make it
but

Just then
the phone rang

I never had the nerve
to make the final cut