If you didn't care what happens to me,
and I didn't care for you.
We would zig zag away through the boredom of pain,
occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggers to blame...
And watching for pigs on the wing
--
..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 found somewhere safe to burry my bones.
And any fool knows the dog needs a home.
A shelter from pigs on the wing
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone.
Pink FLoyd