Pink Floyd
«Lyrics»

Shining things

Shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings

Wining, dining, shining king

Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies

Drinking in the clear blue well

Back here on the ground another dealer

Coughs and dies

But fifty more come rolling off

The floor production line

Then a man commuting like a village

On the sand

In his hand a moving picture of

The crumbling land

Screaming, dealing, movie man

Here we go, hold your breath to see

If something blows

Close your eyes, count till ten and see

The sunrise rise

Gliding high into the sky

By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise

Upon the finger of the king

On high the eagle flies, that glitter

All of gold

Then wheeling in a cloudy sky,

He flies into the sun

All is love, is all I am

A ball is all I am

I'm so new compared to you

And I am very small

Warm glow, moon bloom

Always need a little more room

Waiting here seems like years

Never seen the light of day

All around I hear strange sounds

Come durgling in my ear

Red the light and dark the night

I feel my dawn is near

Warm glow, moon bloom

Always need a little more room

Whisper low, where I go

I will see the sunshine show

Hey Gene, this is Henry Maclean

and I finished my beautiful flying machine

and I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving and maybe

you'd like to fly with me and hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange how little we changed

isn't it sad we're insane

playing the games that we know end in tears

the games we've been playing for thousands and thousands

Point me to this cosmic flight

and throw away the plastic coloured eye

I'd like to use the static miles that we fly

this is my last summarize

Point me at the sky and let it fly

And if you survive