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 paperboy 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, hmm
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You rearrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door and throw away the key
And there's someone in my head, but it's not me
And if the cloudbursts 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
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
All that you touch and all that you see
All that you taste, all you feel
And all that you love, and all that you hate
All you distrust, all you save
And all that you give, and all that you deal
And all that you buy, beg, borrow, or steal
And all you create, and all you destroy
And all that you do, and all that you say
And all that you eat, and everyone you meet
And all that you slight, and everyone you fight
And all that is now, and all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon
