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There is no pain you are receding.
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move,
But I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child, I cought a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look, but it was gone,
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child has grown, the dream is gone
I.. Have become, comfortably numb.

pink floyd

Description
There is no pain you are receding.
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move,
But I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child, I cought a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look, but it was gone,
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child has grown, the dream is gone
I.. Have become, comfortably numb.

pink floyd