Interpretation

What is to be said of life and man? We think we have, we struggle to obtain, we fight to maintain... control. It's a grand illusion. We are passengers on a ship, in the stormy sea under a dark ebony blanket of night. We seek to know those sailing with us; we allow them to present themselves and we believe because to not believe in this mask they hand us is to acknowledge the terror that's behind it. The natural man. He thrives in darkness we give him, we hide him, and pet him and he purrs. A trillion pieces puzzle around us, pieces moving, spinning, dancing between the daylight. We watch and pray that the mask is real, but it never is, it never is, never...

And if I show you my dark side 

Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?

Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

                               -pink floyd