Comfortably Numb

(...) There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship smoke on, the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown

The dream is gone

And IIIIII... have become (....)


PINK FLOYD

Comfortably numb.