Pink Floyd - Sorrow
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land <br />Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: <br />A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, <br />But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking <br /> <br />He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise <br />In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise <br />He's chained forever to a world that's departed <br />It's not enough, it's not enough <br /> <br />His blood has frozen & curdled with fright <br />His knees have trembled & given way in the night <br />His hand has weakened at the moment of truth <br />His step has faltered <br /> <br />One world, one soul <br />Time pass, the river rolls <br /> <br />It's not enough it's not enough <br />His hand has faltered <br /> <br />And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication <br />And silent replies that swirl invitation <br />Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea <br />A grim intimation of what is to be <br /> <br />There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night <br />And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight <br />And silence that speaks so much louder that words, <br />Of promises broken
