But you are the angel of death
and I am the dead man's son
he was buried like a mole in a fox-hole
and everyone's still on the run
And who is the master of foxhounds
and who says the hunt is begun
and who calls the tune in the court-room
and who beats the funeral drum
STAY
Stay and help me to end the day
and if you don't mind, we'll break a bottle of wine
stick around and maybe we'll get one down
'cause I want to find what lies behind those eyes
Midnight blue, burning gold
a yellow moon is growing cold
I rise, looking through my morning eyes
surpised to find you by my side
light my brain, don't try to remember your name
to find the words to tell you goodbye
Morning dews, newborn day
midnight blue turned to grey
midnight blue, burning gold
a yellow moon is growing cold.
The dark side of the moon ‘73
‘73
BREATHE
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.
ON THE RUN
Run, Run rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun