Pink Floyd One of my Turns

Day after day, love turns grey Like the skin of a dying man And night after night we pretend it s 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 You ll find my favourite axe Don t look so frightened This is just a passing phase Just one of my bad days Would you like to watch T. V. Or get between