I used to
think the world was flat
Rarely threw
my hat into the crowd
I felt I had
used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night In the glow of their Donald Duck light And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Satellite
buzzing through the endless night
Now the
satellite's confused
'Cos on Saturday night The airwaves were full of compassion and light And his silicon heart warmed To the sight of a billion candles burning Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning Oo, oo, oo,
the tide is turning
I'm not
saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the War Lords Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Sylvester The tide is turning
Jim:
That's it!
[Transcription of morse code:] Now the
past is over but you are not alone
Words and
Music by Roger Waters
© 1987 Roger Waters Music Limited / Pink Floyd Music Publishers Limited |