No Man's Land
You would hold your head up high
You even try
You would hold another hand:
Oh understand!
They even see me under call
We under all,
We all feel awful cruel
To hear my hour
Come see me cry
Just searching you even try
I can make you smile
If it's there will you go there too?
When I live I die!
They even see me under call
We under all, we awful, awful, crawl
Because of you, to see me be
Writer/s: Syd Barrett
