Syd Barrett She Took a Long Cold Look

She took a long cold look at me and smiled and gazed all over my arm she loves to see me get down to ground she hasn t time just to be with me her face between all she means to be to be extreme, just to be extreme a broken pier on the wavy sea she wonders why for all she wants to But I got up and I stomped around and hid the piece where the trees touch the The end of truth that lay out the time spent lazing here on a painting dream a mile or more in a foreign clime to see farther inside of me. And looking high up into the sky I breathe as the water streams over