It's getting colder and darker each day
The winter's here and there's nothing to say
The snow keeps falling on and on
When will the happy summer come
I'm thinking and thinking of days in the sun
Thinking just makes me glad
Thinking and thinking of days in the sun
Thinking drives me wild
The snow keeps falling on and on
And it's been ages since I've seen the sun
I'm getting desperate I want to be warm
I need the UVs in natural form
A New Machine
(David Gilmour/Polly Samson)
On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the day the wall came down
The ship of fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you
New life devolves day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey
I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residue slipped away...slipped away