Remember when you were young. You shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond.
I couldn't help but choke up when I read it in the paper the other day.
So much for that Pink Floyd Reunion.
Home, Home again. I like to be here when I can. And when I come home cold and tired it's good to warm my bones beside the fire. Far away across the field the tolling of the iron bell draws the faithful to their knees to hear the softly spoken magic spell.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines. Hanging on in quiet desparation is the english way the time is gone the song is over thought I had something more to say