In the light before the dawn Shadows shake in my peripheral Mesmerise me, bring it on Heart beats with fear here in the theatre of my soul
You see, I hope it will go on an on And when the curtain call is done Morning always comes
It was a fine time to be born De-mob happy street and free milk for us all It was the right place to be sure Those dreaming spires and, yeah, oh so pastoral
But let's hope it's not just luck and strange A one-off peaceful goldеn age That's a dark thought in the dark
Seek what you won't find, that is a wasted lifе Or so the Ancients dropped by to tell me They drank me dry but my oh my so far Ah-ha
Quite the time to be a boy Six-string masters of an expanding universe It was a high time to be sure Soaring and free from the bounds of the Earth
But let's hope it's not just luck and strange A one-off peaceful golden age That's a dark thought in the dark
Time for this mortal man to love the child that holds my hand And the woman who smiles when I embrace her These eyes stay dry but my oh my guitar
Compositor: David Gilmour & Polly SamsonPublicado em 2024 (10/Abr) e lançado em 1924 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado fonograma #54518649 em 01/Out/2024