Pink Floyd - One of my Turns

Day after day Love turns gray Like the skin on a dying man. And night after night We pretend it’s all right. But I have grown older, and You have grown colder, and Nothing is very much fun anymore. And I can feel One of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razorblade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum. Run to the bedroom, In the suitcase on the left You’ll find my favorite axe. Don’t look so frightened, This is just a passing phase, One of my bad days. Would you like to watch TV? Or get between the sheets? Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly? Would ya? Would you like to see me try? Oh! No! Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it’s time I stopped? Why are you running away?