Lyric Point Me At The Sky - Pink Floyd

Lyric Song Point Me At The Sky: Hey Gene
this is Henry Maclean And I finished my beautiful flying machine And I m ringing to say that I m leaving And maybe You d like to fly with me and hide with me
baby Isn t it strange how little we changed Isn t it sad we re insane Playing the games that we know end in tears The games we ve been playing For thousands and thousands Point me to this cosmic flight And throw away the plastic coloured eye I d like to use the static miles that we fly This is my last summarize Point me at the sky and let it fly And if you survive till two thousand and five I hope you re exceedingly thin For if you are stout you Will have to breath out While the people around you breath in
Breath in People blaspheme all I say To something that I hate to say Stooping down to eat the air Breathe careful that you might die
my friend All we ve got to say to you is goodbye Time will die in our eye And we fly
it s goodbye Point me at the sky and let it fly