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
Now life devalues 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 gray
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 bitted residue slipped away... Slipped away
Compositores: David Jon Gilmour (PRS), Polly Anne Samson (PRS)Editores: Concord Music Publishing LLC (PRS), Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 1994 e lançado em 2013 (27/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #43776 e fonograma #6130030 em 11/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM