If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,
Occasionally glancing up through the rain,
Wondering which of the buggars to blame,
And watching for pigs on the wing.
Pigs on the Wing (Part 1): Animals
And they can appear to themselves every day,
On closed circuit T.V.,
To make sure they're still real,
It's the only connection they feel.
The Fletcher Memorial Home: The Final Cut
Overhead the albatross,
Hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of coral caves,
The echo of a distant time,
Comes willowing across the sand,
And everything is green and submarine.
Echoes: Meddle