The Final Cut Lyrics

The Final Cut

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyesI can barely define the shape of
this moment in timeAnd far from flying high in clear blue skiesI'm spiraling
down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the driveAnd beat the dogs and cheat the cold
electronic eyesAnd if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,Dial the
combination, open the priestholeAnd if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the
wall.
There's a kid who had a big hallucinationMaking love to girls in magazines.He
wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.Could anybody love himOr
is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark sideWill you still hold me tonight?And if I open my
heart to youAnd show you my weak sideWhat would you do?Would you sell your
story to Rolling Stone?Would you take the children awayAnd leave me alone?And
smile in reassuranceAs you whisper down the phone?Would you send me packing?Or
would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,Thought I oughta tear the curtain
down.I held the blade in trembling handsPrepared to make it but just then the
phone rangI never had the nerve to make the final cut.
"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!"