the final cut

• aynı albümden aynı adda vurucu bir waters bestesi,
  nasıl söylenmemiş.. yazılmamış
  
  through the fish eyed lens of tear stained 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 minefields in the drive
  and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
  and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
  dial the combination open the priesthole
  and if i'm in i'll tell you what's behind the wall
  
  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 all alone
  and smile in reassurance
  as you whisper down the phone
  would you send me packing
  or would you take me home
  
  thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
  thought i oughta 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