Lyrics

An addition to the Pink Floyd library, Breathe (in the air) from Dark Side of the Moon. A lament about the summer break or the state of my own sad existence.

Please, Please stay on the air
Don’t leave us in despair
The Herd just makes ears bleed
Nigel’s down and so’s the whole town
With no Wilbon and no Ryan
We're back to where we were again
No Fineman, no Hornaday
No orchid on the mound today

Soak, Soak up the sun
But nothings free, so where’s the fun?
Your hair is gone, you weigh a ton
Come back TK your work's not done
No more emails, faxes or notes
Back for More Cash, but nowhere to go
Did TK give his final wave?
Or will he rise up from the grave?