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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roger Waters
Roger Waters
Vocals
David Gilmour
David Gilmour
Vocals
Nick Mason
Nick Mason
Drums
Lee Ritenour
Lee Ritenour
Acoustic Guitar
Phil Taylor
Phil Taylor
Sound Effects
Richard Wright
Richard Wright
Hammond Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Waters
Roger Waters
Songwriter
David Gilmour
David Gilmour
Songwriter
Michael Kamen
Michael Kamen
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roger Waters
Roger Waters
Producer
David Gilmour
David Gilmour
Producer
Bob Ezrin
Bob Ezrin
Producer
James Guthrie
James Guthrie
Mastering Engineer
Nick Griffiths
Nick Griffiths
Additional Engineer
Patrice Quef
Patrice Quef
Additional Engineer
Brian Christian
Brian Christian
Additional Engineer
Rick Hart
Rick Hart
Additional Engineer
John McClure
John McClure
Additional Engineer
Joel Plante
Joel Plante
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hello, is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
[Verse 2]
Come on, now
I hear you're feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
[Verse 3]
Relax, I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
I have become comfortably numb
[Verse 4]
Okay, just a little pin prick
There'll be no more
But you may feel a little sick
[Verse 5]
Can you stand up? I do believe it's working good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on, it's time to go
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
Written by: David Gilmour, Roger Waters
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