Pink Floyd lyrics

Album: Obscured by Clouds [1972]

Burning Bridges.
Bridges burning gladly, melting with the shadow Flickering between the lines Stolen mormons floating softly on the air Gone on wings of fire and climbing higher Ancient bulbs are breaking, leaving all and changing sides Dreaming of a new day, cast aside the other way Magic vision, staring, kindled by the burning flames Lies in her eyes The door it stands a jar It was, it once was high beyond the guilded cage Beyond the reach of time, the moment is at hand She breaks the golden band

The Gold It's In The...
Come on my friend, let's make for the hills They say there's gold and I'm looking for thrills You can get your hands on whatever we find 'cause I've only come along for the ride Well you go your way and I'll go mine I don't care if we get there on time Everybody's searching for something, they say I'll get my kicks on the way Over the mountains, across the sea Who knows what may be waiting for me I could sail forever to strange sounding names Faces of people and places don't change All I have to do is just close my eyes To see the seagulls wheeling in the far distant skies All I wanna tell you, all I wanna say Is count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay

Wot's... Uh The Deal.
Heaven sent the promised land Looks alright from where I stand 'cause I'm the man on the outside looking in Waiting on the first step Show me where the key is kept Point me down the right line 'cause it's time To let me in from the cold, turn my lead into gold 'cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Flash... the red is... wot's... uh deal Got to make it to the next meal Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel Mile after mile, stone after stone You turn to speak but you're alone Million miles from home you're on your own Fly kite by candle light With her by my side Wish she prefers we never stir again Someone sent the promised land Well I grabbed it with both hands Now I'm the man on the inside looking out Hear me shout, come on in What's the news, where you've been 'cause there's no wind left in my soul and I've grown old

Childhood's End.
You shout in your sleep That's the price, it's just too steep Is your conscience at rest It was put to the test You awake with a start Just the beating of your heart Just one man beneath the sky Just two ears, just two eyes You said, sail across the sea Long past thoughts and memories Childhood's end: your fantasies Merging harsh realities And then as the sail is hoist You'll find your eyes are growing moist And all the fears never voiced Say you have to make the final choice Who are you and who am I To say we know the reason why Some are born, some men die Beneath one infinite sky There'll be war and there'll be peace But anything one day will cease All the iron turn to rust All the proud men turn to dust So all things time will mend So this song will end

Free Four.
One two three four The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in the gloom of the sick room And talk to yourself as you die Life is a short warm moment And death is a long cold rest You get your chance to try the twinkling of an eye Eighty years with luck or even less So all aboard for the American tour And maybe you'll make it to the top But mind how you go, and I can tell you 'cause I know You may find it hard to get off But you are the angel of death And I am the dead man's son He was buried like a mole in a fox-hole And everyone's still on the run And who is the master of foxhounds And who says the hunt is begun And who calls the tune in the court-room And who beats the funeral drum

Stay.
Stay and help me to end the day And if you don't mind, we'll break a bottle of wine Stick around and maybe we'll get one down 'cause I want to find what lies behind those eyes Midnight blue, burning gold A yellow moon is growing cold I rise, looking through my morning eyes Surpised to find you by my side Light my brain, don't try to remember your name To find the words to tell you goodbye Morning dews, newborn day Midnight blue turned to grey Midnight blue, burning gold A yellow moon is growing cold.