There is no pain, you are receding!
A distant ship smoke on the horizon!
You are only coming in through in waves,
Your lips move, but I can’t hear what you’re saying!
When I was a child, I had a fever,
My hands felt like just two balloons,
Now I’ve got that feeling once again!
I can’t explain, you would not understand,
This is not how I am,
I have become…
— Pink Floyd.