Interpret:

Pink Floyd

Album:

The Final Cut

Floating down through the clouds 
Memories come rushing up to meet me now 
But in the space between the heavens 
And in the corner of some foreign field 
I had a dream 
I had a dream 
Goodbye Max 
Goodbye Ma 
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car 
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air 
You hear the tolling bell 
And touch the silk in your lapel 
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band 
You take her frail hand 
And hold on to the dream 
A place to stay 
Enough to eat 
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street 
Where you can speak out loud 
About your doubts and fears 
And what's more no-one ever disappears 
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door 
You can relax on both sides of the tracks 
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control 
Ans everyone has recourse to the law 
And no-one kills the children anymore 
And no-one kills the children anymore 
Night after night 
Going round and round my brain 
His dream is driving me insane 
In the corner of some foreign field 
The gunner sleeps tonight 
Whats done is done 
We cannot just write off his final scene 
Take heed of the dream 
Take heed