Pink Floyd - The Wall :One Of My Turns, Don’t Leave Me Now, Another Brick in the Wall Part III

Day after day, love turns grey Like the skin of a dying man. And night after night, we pretend its all right But I have grown older and You have grown colder and Nothing is very much fun any more. And I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum. Run to the bedroom, In the suitcase on the left I don’t need no arms around me And I dont need no drugs to calm me I have seen the writing on the wall Don’t think I need anything at all No! Don’t think I’ll need anything at all All in all it was all just bricks in the wall All in all you were all just bricks in the wall Ooh, babe Don’t leave me now Don’t say it’s the end of the road Remember the flowers I sent I need you, babe To put through the shredder In front of my friends Ooh, babe Don’t leave me now How could you go? When you know how I need you To beat to a pulp on a saturday night How can you treat me this way? Running away Ooh, babe