The child is grown, the dream is gone.
Long you live and high you’ll fly, and smiles you’ll give, tears you’ll cry and all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.
All you touch and all you see, is all your life will ever be.
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall.
There is no dark side of the moon really. As a matter of fact it’s all dark.
I’ve always been mad, I know I’ve been mad, like the most of us... very hard to explain why you’re mad, even if you’re not mad...