The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games
and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies
on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded
faces to the floor
And every day
the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open
many years too soon
And if there is no room
upon the hill
And if your head explodes
with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark
side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade,
you make the change
You re-arrange me
'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone
in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts,
thunder in your ear
You shout and no one
seems to hear.
And if the band you're
in starts playing
different tunes
I'll see you on the dark
side of the moon.
