It's awfully considerate of you to think of me there and I'm most obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not there
and I never knew the room could be so big and
I never knew the room could be so blue
and I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
and brought me here instead dressed in red.
And I'm wandering who could be writing this song.
I don't care if the sun don't shine.
I don't care if nothing is mine and
I don't care I'm nervous with you.
I'll do my loving in the winter.
And the sea isn't green
and I love the queen
and what exactly is a dream
and what exactly is a joke.
Copyright Pink Floyd
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