jesus jesus what's
it all about
trying to clout
these little ingrates into shape
when i was their
age all the lights went out
there was no time
to whine and mope about
and even now
part of me flies over
dresden at angels
one five
though they'll never
fathom it behind my
sarcasm desperate
memories lie
sweetheart sweetheart
are you fast asleep, good
'cos that's the
only time that i can really talk (speak) to you
and there is something
that i've locked away
a memory that is
too painful
to withstand the
light of day
when we came
back from the war the banners and
flags hung on everyone's
door
we danced and we
sang in the street and
the church bells
rang
but burning in
my heart
my memory smoulders
on
of the gunners dying
words on the intercom
© 1983 pink floyd music publishers ltd.
different versions |
the final cut cd / cdr / 20th |
single har 5224 |
esingle 12 har 5224 |