There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark.

Dark Side of the Moon,

And I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum.

If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Dragging behind you the silent reproach Of a million tear-stained eyes Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice Appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind With your fear flowing out behind you As you claw the thin ice.

If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.

I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to.