Тексты песен Syd Barret

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear That I'm not here. And I never knew we could be so thick And I never knew we could be so blue And I'

ou would hold your head up high you even try you would hold another hand: oh understand! They even see me under call we under all, we awful, awful, crawl to hear my hour come see me cry... Just searc

On a distant shore, miles from land stands the ebony totem in ebony sand a dream in a mist of grey... on a far distant shore... The pebble that stood alone and driftwood lies half buried warm shallow