Transcribed by FISH


           A                 D
She took a long cold look at me
    D                            A
and smiled and gazed all over my arm
             A                  D
she loves to see me get down to ground
    D                               A
she hasn't time just to be with me
            A                     D
her face between all she means to be
   D                              A
to be extreme, just to be extreme
         A                D
a broken pier on the wavy sea
    D                                A
she wonders why for all she wants to see...


          G
But I got up and I stomped around
                                            E           E7
and hid the piece where the trees touch the ground...

   (Then, to imitate Syd trying to play while turning his lyric
sheet, just
   strike the A and the low E about 467823823 times...)

           A                      D
The end of truth that lay out the time
      D                         A
spent lazing here on a painting green
          A                 D
a mile or more in a foreign clime
   D                     A
to see farther inside of me.
            A                D
And looking high up into the sky
  D                                 A
I breathe as the water streams over me...