It is obvious
May I say, oh baby, that it is found on another plane?
Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall
Your stars - my stars, are simple cot bars
Only an impulse, pie in the sky
Mumble, listen dolly
Drift over your mind, holly
Creep into bed when your head's on the ground
She held a torch to the porch
She winked an eye
Reason it is written on the brambles
Stranded on the spikes
my blood red, oh listen:
'Remember those times I could
call through the clear day?'
Time you'd be there
and braver and braver, a handkerchief waver
The louder your lips, to a loud hailer
Growing together, they're good of each other
No wondering, stumbling, fumbling
Rumbling minds shot together,
Our minds shot together
So equally over a valley, a hill
Wood on quarry stood, each of us crying
A velvet curtain of gray
Mark the blanket where sparrows play
And the trees by the waving corn stranded
My legs move the last empty inches to you
The softness, the warmth from the weather in suspense
Mote to a grog, a star a white chalk
Minds shot together, our minds shot together
C-line:
© 1970 Syd Barrett | Harvest
