Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
and you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool,
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
who are you and who am I
to say we know the reason why
some are born some men die
beneath one infinite sky
there'll be war there'll be peace
but everything one day will cease
all the iron turned to rust
all the proud men turned to dust
and so all things time will mend
so this song will end
we would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,
occasionally glancing up through the rain
I feel cold as razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum
You are coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
merciless the magistrate turns round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
"Silence in the studio!"
Distant bells
New mown grass smells so sweet
By the river holding hands
Roll me up and lay me down
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and every day the paper boy brings more
