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Roger Waters - 4.47 AM (The Remains of Our Love) lyrics
As cars go by I cast my mind's eye Over back packs on roof racks Beyond the horizon Where dream makers Working white plastic processors Invite the unwary To reach for the pie in the sky Go fishing my boy! We set out in the spring With a trunk full of books about everything About solar devices And how nice natural childbirth is We cut down some trees And we trailed our ideals Through the forest glade We dammed up the stream And the kids cooled their heels In the fishing pool we'd made We held hands and we exchanged bands And we practically lived off the land You adopted a fox cub Whose mother was somebody's coat You fed him by hand And then snuggled him down In the grandfather bed while I wrote We grew our own maize And I only occasionally went into town To stock up on antibiotics And shells for the shotgun that I kept around I told the kids stories While you worked your loom And the sun went down sooner each day. Jade: |
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