There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
Saw Rogers/Gilmore in the mid 90s. I think I was a softmore in highschool. During the solo in Shine On You Crazy Diamond, the rest of the band sat down and played a few hands of poker.