Syd Barrett
It Is Obvious (take 3)
It is obvious
May I say, oh baby
That it is found, on another plane?
Yes I can creep into cupboards
Even sleep in the hall

Your stars, my stars, a simple cot bars
Only an impulse, pie in the sky
Listen dolly
Drift over your mind, holly
Creep into bed when your head's on the ground

The reason it is written on the brambles
Stranded on the spikes, my blood red, oh listen
Remember those times I could call
Through the clear daytime, and you'd be there

Braver and braver, a handkerchief waver
And louden your lips to a loud hailer
Growing together, they grow to each other
On a wondering, stumbling, fumbling, rumbling
Minds shot together, our minds shot together

So equally over a valley, a hill
Wood on quarry stood, each of us crying
A velvet curtain of grey
Mark the blanket where the sparrows play
And the trees by the waving corn stranded
My legs move the last empty inches to you
Softness, the warmth from the weather in suspense
Mote to a grog, the scar of white chalk
Minds shot together, our minds shot together