Interpret:

Pink Floyd

Album:

Echoes: The Best Of Pink Floyd (Compilation Album)

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land 
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky 
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers 
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking 
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise 
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise 
He's chained forever to a world that's departed 
It's not enough, it's not enough 
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright 
His knees have trembled given way in the night 
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth 
His step has faltered 
One world, one soul 
Time pass, the river roll 
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication 
And silent replies that swirl invitation 
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea 
A grim intimation of what is to be 
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night 
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight 
And silence that speaks so much louder than words, 
Of promises broken