S H E T O O K A L O N G C O L D L O O K - By Roger (A)cid Barrett

           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...