Tekst Utworu
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
And plumes of smoke rise and merge into leaden skies
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
And he's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
And he's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
His knees have trembled and given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river roll
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubledThere's an unceasing
Wind that blows through this night
There's dust in my eyes that blinds my sight
There's a silence that speaks so much louder than words
Of promises broken
Written by: David Gilmour
