A D
She took a long cold look at me
D A
and smiled and gazed all over my arm
A D
she loves to see me get down to ground
D A
she hasn't time just to be with me
A D
her face between all she means to be
D A
to be extreme, just to be extreme
A D
a broken pier on the wavy sea
D A
she wonders why for all she wants to see...


G
But I got up and I stomped around
E E7
and hid the piece where the trees touch the ground...

(Then, to imitate Syd trying to play while turning his lyric
sheet, just
strike the A and the low E about 467823823 times...)

A D
The end of truth that lay out the time
D A
spent lazing here on a painting green
A D
a mile or more in a foreign clime
D A
to see farther inside of me.
A D
And looking high up into the sky
D A
I breathe as the water streams over me...

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): SYD BARRETT