Pink Floyd The Wall : One Of My Turns, Dont Leave Me Now, Another Brick in the Wall Part III

Day after day, love turns grey Like the skin of a dying man. And night after night, we pretend its all right But I have grown older and You have grown colder and Nothing is very much fun any more. And I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum. Run to the bedroom, In the suitcase on the left I don t need no arms around me And I dont need no drugs to calm me I have seen the writing on the wall Don t think I need anything at all No Don t think I ll need anything at all All in all it was all just bricks in the wall All in all you were all just bricks in the wall Ooh, babe Don t leave me now Don t say it s the end of the road Remember the flowers I sent I need you, babe To put through the shredder In front of my friends Ooh, babe Don t leave me now How could you go When you know how I need you To beat to a pulp on a saturday night How can you treat me this way Running away Ooh, babe