Pink Floyd > The Hero's Return

Jesus, jesus, whats it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.
When i was their age all the lights went out.
There was no time to whine or mope about.
And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angels one five.
Though theyll never fathom it behind my
Sarcasm desperate memories lie.

Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? good.
Cause thats the only time that i can really speak to you.
And there is something that ive locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day.

When we came back from the war the banners and
Flags hung on everyones door.
We danced and we sang in the street and
The church bells rang.
But burning in my heart
My memory smolders on
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.