We´ve lost our Crazy Diamond

Still Shine Crazy Diamond

Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
Sid Barrett 06/Jan/1946 --- 07/Jan/2006
RIP
Still Shine Crazy Diamond,
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
Still Shine Our Lives
