She took a long cold look at me

and smiled and gazed all over my arm

she loves to see me get down to ground

she hasn’t time just to be with me

her face between all she means to be

to be extreme, just to be extreme

a broken pier on the wavy sea

she wonders why for all she wants to see…

But I got up and I stomped around

and hid the piece where the trees touch the ground…

The end of truth that lay out the time

spent lazing here on a painting dream

a mile or more in a foreign clime

to see farther inside of me.

And looking high up into the sky

I breathe as the water streams over me…

– Syd Barrett