And I didn't care for you
We would zigzag away
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the other's to blame
And watching the pigs on the wing...
It's been a Pink Floyd discography kind of day. Why? Hell if I know. I haven't even touched the usual classics (The Wall, Dark Side Of The Moon, Wish You Were Here), sticking to the lesser known albums (The Final Cut, Animals, Relics, Saucerful Of Secrets, Ummagumma). Every now and then I need a recharge to get it out of my system.
You know that I care what happens to you
And I know that you care for me too
So I don't feel alone
Or the weight of the stone
Now that I've found somewhere safe to bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing...