They flutter behind you your possible pasts / Some brighteyed and crazy, some frightened and lost / A warning to anyone still in command / Ranks! Fire!
Baixar Mais Tocadas: Pink Floyd
Into the distance, a ribbon of black / Stretched to the point of no turning back / A flight of fancy on a windswept field / Standing alone, my senses reel
It’s awfully considerate of you to think of me here / And I’m most obliged to you for making it clear / That I’m not here / And I never knew the Moon could be so big
Oh, uh, me flakes, then uh, scrambled eggs / Bacon, sausages, tomatoes, toast, coffee / Marmalade, I like marmalade, / Porridge and uh any cereal I like all cereals
I’ve got a bike. / You can ride it if you like. / It’s got a basket, a bell that rings and / Things to make it look good.
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes / I can barely define the shape of this moment in time / And far from flying high in clear blue skies / I’m spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide
Where were you / When I was burned and broken? / While the days slipped by / From my window watching
Pass the tequila, Manuela / Listen gringo / Laugh at my lisp and kill you / I think
Icy wind of nights be gone, this is not your domain / In the sky, a bird is heard to cry / Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds / Belied the deathly silence that lay all around
(You! Yes, you! Stand still, laddy!) / When we grew up and went to school / There were certain teachers / Who would hurt the children any way they could