| A Momentary Lapse Of Reason |
| 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 |
| He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise |
| In his youth or a dream, he can’t be precise |
| He’s chained forever to a world that’s departed |
| It’s not enough, it’s 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 |
| 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 |
| There’s an unceasing wind that blows through this night |
| And there’s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight |
| And silence that speaks so much louder that words, |
| Of promises broken |