There's no way I'm going to let go There's no way, because it's my show I'm hanging on for a little while I won't go down easy, that's not my style I
You ask, what is the quality of life? Seeking to justify the part you play And hide, fearing it incomplete To try to make it any more or less than short
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Out of the blue on the wings of a dove A messenger comes, with the beating of drums It's not a message of love Our childern are born, and we keep them
There's no way out of here, when you come in you're in for good There was no promise made, the part you've played, the chance you took There are no boundaries
Some of them standing, some are waiting in line As if there was something that they thought they might find Taking some strength from the feelings that
Would this do To make it all right While sleep has taken you Where I'm out of sight I'll make my getaway Time on my own Search for a better way To find
You can scream and shout with all your might Dig in your heels and hold on tight Either you are wrong or I am right You speak the lines you've overheard
Dance, to the movement of the stars Sing till the walls around us ring Pray that it never fades away Until we sleep Feast, go ahead now, take your fill
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath
What am I suspended here? Should I kid myself that I have no fear? I get no choice, I just have to wait It may already be too late I don't know what's
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think
(Gilmour/Gilmour - Samson) Remember that night... White sails in the moonlight They walked it too... Through empty playground, this ghost's town Children
(Gilmour / Waters) Hello, Is there anybody in there Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home Come on now I hear you're feeling down I can
(Wright / Moore) I can take or leave it, won't be the woebegone Don't need a model universe to hang your pictures on. You hide somewhere, you die somewhere
(Gilmour / 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