Interpret:

Pink Floyd

Album:

The Final Cut

Jesus Jesus what's it all about 
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape 
When I was their age all the lights went 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, good 
'cos 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 everyones door 
We danced and we sang in the street and the church bells rang 
But burning in my heart 
My memory smoulders on 
of the gunners dying words on the intercom