One of My Turns

These lyrics have haunted me ever since I was a child listening to them in my headphones. There is something cosmic and powerful going on here. Take a moment to read them carefully. Try to look past the "depressing" aspect—there's more here.

One of My Turns

Day after day,
our love turns gray,
like the skin on the dying man.

And night after night,
we pretend it's all right,
but I have grown older
and you have grown colder
and nothing is very much fun,
anymore.

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.


(Pink Floyd, The Wall, "One of My Turns." Lyrics by Roger Waters.)

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