Pink Floyd. Meddle. (p)1970
One of these days
I'm going to cut you into little pieces
The cloud of eiderdown draws around me
softening the sound
Sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
And she's breathing low, and the candle dies
When night comes down you lock the door
The book falls to the floor
As darkness falls and waves roll by
The seasons changed, the wind is warm
Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan
Behold the dream, the dream is gone
Green fields, a cold rain
Is fallen in a golden glow
And deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds
And I go down
Sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
And she's breathing low and I rise like a bird
In the haze when the first rays touch the sky
And the nights winds die
And she's breathing low, and the candle dies
You say hill's too steep to climb,try it
you say you'd like to see me try,slimb it
you pick the place and I'll choose the time
and I'll climb the hill in my own way
just wait a while for the right day
and as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sounds of the things
you've said today
Ferlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
mercyless the magisrate turns round, frowing
an dwho's the fool who wears the crown
go down in your oun way
and every day is the right day
and as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown
you look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd
You never walk anone, you never walk anone
walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
You never walk anone, you never walk anone
As I reach for a peach, slide a ride down behind
a chauffer in San Tropez
breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
scratched by the sand that feel from my love
keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling
if you're alone, I'll come home
Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a done
gone with the wind, the rain on an airplane
owning a home mith no silver spoon
I'm drinking champangne like a good tycoon
sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far-fling thoughts together
speeding away on the wild to a new day
if you're alone, I'll come home
And I pause for a while by a country style
and listen to the things they say
digging the gold in a hole in my hand
hoping the good, take a look at the way things end
and you're leading me down to a place by the sea
I hear your soft voice calling to me
making a date for Rita Pavone
I was in the kitchen
Seamus, that's the dog, was outside
well I was in the kitchen
Seamus, my own hound, was outside
well you known the sun was sinking slowly
and my own hould -dog sat right and cried
Overhead the albatross hands motinless upon the air
and deep beenath the rolling waves in labyrinths
of coral caves
the echo of a distant time comes billowing across the sand
and everything is green, the sun beneath
and no one showed us to the land
and no one known the where's or the why's
but something stares and something tries
and starts to climb towards the land
Strangers passing in the street by chance
to separate closes meet
and I am you and what I see is me
and do I take you by the hand and lead you through the land
and help me undestand the best I can
and no one calls up to the dawn
and no one forces down our eyes
and no one speaks and no one sun
no one flies around the sun
Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and insighting to rise
and through the window in the wall
come streaming in on sinlight wings
a million bright ambassadors of morning
and no oen sings me lullabines
and no one makes me close my eyes
so I throw the windows wide
and crawl to you across the sky
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