Point me at the sky — Pink Floyd

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POINT ME AT THE SKY Pink Floyd

Hey Jean misses Henry McLean an' I finished my beautiful flying machine An' I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving An' maybe you'd like to fly with me and hide with me baby Isn't it strange how little we change, isn't it sad we're insane Playing the game that we know ends in tears The game we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands Jumps into his cosmic flyer, pulls his plastic collar higher Light the fuse and stand well back, he cried, this is my last goodbye Point me at the sky and let it fly Point me at the sky and let it fly Point me at the sky and let it fly....

And if you survive 'till two thousand and five I hope you're exceedingly thin For if you are stout you will have to breathe out While the people around you breathe in, breathe in, breathe in People pressing on my sides is something that I hate And so is sitting down to eat with only little capsules on my plate Point me at the sky and let it fly Point me at the sky and let it fly Point me at the sky and let it fly...

-- Updated: April 8/98