David Gilmour - Out Of The Blue
Out of the blue on the wings of a doveA messenger comes, with the beating of drumsIt's not a message of loveOur childern are born, and we keep themThey must have the right, to live in the lightTo be safe from the stormOut of the blue, with wings on his heelsA messenger comes, bearing regretsFor the time that he stealsBut steal it he will, my children's and mineAgainst our desires, against all our needsOur blood spilled like wineOver and over we call . . . no one hearsAnd further and further and further we fallAnd though we pray that we soon will awakeIt is clear, that it's no dream at allOur lives are at stakeI cannot believe, nor even pretendThat the thunder I hear, will just disappear
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