The Hero's Return - Pink Floyd (平克·弗洛伊德)

Jesus Jesus what's it all about

Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape

When I was their age all the lights were out

There was no time to whine and mope about

And even now part of me flies

Over dresden at angels one five

Though they'll never fathom it behind

My sarcasm desperate memories lie

Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep

That's the only time that I can really speak to you

And there is something that I've locked away

A memory that is too painful

To withstand the light of day

When we came back from the war the banners

And flags hung on everyone's door

We danced and we sang in the street

And the church bells rang

But burning in my heart

The memory smolders on

Of the gunner's dying words on the intercom