Pink Floyd
«Lyrics»

He has laughed and he has cried,

he has fought and he has died.

He's just the same as all the rest,

he's not the worst, he's not the best.

And still this gazelles murmuring,

the babbling that I brook,

the seas of faces, eyes upraised,

the empty screen, the vacant look.

A man in black on a snow white horse,

a pointless life has run it's course,

the red rimmed eyes, the tears still run.

As the fades into the setting sun.

I have always been here,

I have always looked out from behind these eyes.

It feels like more than a lifetime,

feels like more than a lifetime.

Sometimes I get tired of the waiting,

sometimes I get tired of being in here.

Is this the way it has always been?

Could it ever have been different?

Do you ever get tired of the waiting?

Do you ever get tired of being in there?

Don't worry, nobody lives forever,

nobody lives forever.

I will always be here,

I will always look out from behind these eyes.

It's only a lifetime,

it's only a lifetime,

it's only a lifetime.

The sweet smell of great sorrow lies over the land.

Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:

a man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,

but awakes to a morning with no reason for waking.

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise

in his youth or a dream, he can't be precise,

he's chained forever to a world that's departed,

it's not enough,it's not enough.

His blood has frozen amp; curdled with fright,

his knees have trembled amp; 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 troubled to an