Overhead, the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time, comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and summery
And no-one called us to relent, no-one knows the where’s or whys
Something stares and something tries
Stars to climb towards the night
Strangers passing in the street, by chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand, and lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no-one calls us to revolt, and no-one forces down our eyes
Some-one speaks and no-one tries
No-one flies around the sun
-> Pink Floyd - off the Live at Pompeii album
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