"Lyrics" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pink Floyd)

TAKE UP THY STETHOSCOPE AND WALK

I'm in bed, aching head

gold is red, choke I'm red

I'm the bread, gold is red

Jesus bled, pain is red

dark room

Oh no

Breeze is slow, you are slow

chill grow

feeling seems to melt the brain

seems to cause a painful brain

doctor kindly tell your wife

that I'm alive

flowers thrive

realize realize

realize