When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimps, out of the corner of my eye...
I truned to look, but it was gone.
I can not put my finger on it now.
The child is grown.
The dream is gone,
...and I have become...
COMFORTABLY NUMB
I truned to look, but it was gone.
I can not put my finger on it now.
The child is grown.
The dream is gone,
...and I have become...
COMFORTABLY NUMB