I'll gather my far flung thoughts togetherĪnd I'll pause for a while by a country stile Sooner than wait for a break in the weather I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane Scratched by the sand that fell from my loveĭeep in my dreams and I still hear her callingīackward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan ![]() Slide a line down behind a sofa in San Tropezīreaking a stick with a brick on the sand You look down hear the sound of the faces in the crowd Merciless the magistrate turns around, frowningĪnd as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow You pick the place and I'll choose the timeĪnd as I rise above the tree-line and the cloudsįearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling You say you'd like to see me try, climbing You say the hill's too steep to climb, climbing Lyrics/Music: Gilmour, Waters (+ Rodgers/Hammerstein II) 'You'll Never Walk Alone by Rodgers/Hammerstein II') In the haze when the first rays touch the skyįEARLESS (Incl. ![]() Sleeping time when I lie with my love by my side ![]() Sleepy time when I lie with my love by my sideĪnd she's breathing low, and the candle diesĪnd deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds ![]() (I'm going to cut you into little pieces)
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