Pink Floyd > Sorrow

The sweet smell of a 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

Hes haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he cant be precise
Hes chained forever to a world thats departed
Its not enough, its not enough

His blood has frozen curdled with fright
His knees have trembled 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 rolls

Its not enough its not enough
His hand has faltered
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And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be

Theres an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And theres dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken