MURDER
Version CD 4'58
Some of them standing, some were waiting in
the line
As if there was something that they thought they
might find
Taking some strength from the feelings that always
were shared
And in the background, the eyes that just stared
What was it brought you out here in the dark?
Was it your only way of making your mark?
Did you get rid of all the voices in your head?
Do you now miss them and the things that they
said?
On your own admission you raised up the knife
And you brought it down ending another mans life
When it was done you just threw down the blade
While the red blood spread wider like the anger
you made
I don't want this anger that's burning in
me
It's something from which it's so hard to be
free
But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or
rage
Can make any difference, or turn back the page
Words & Music David Gilmour
©1983 by Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.
/ Chappell Music Ltd.
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