Interpret:

Pink Floyd

Album:

The Final Cut

They flutter behind you your possible pasts 
Some brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lost 
A warning to anyone still in command 
Of their possible future to take care 
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine 
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time 
Do you remember me? How we used to be? 
Do you think we should be closer? 
She stood in the doorway 
The ghost of a smile 
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign 
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs 
For the gold in thier bags or the knives in their backs 
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand 
He said "I was just a child then, now I'm only a man" 
Do you remember me? How we used to be? 
Do you think we should be closer? 
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand 
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad 
(Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray 
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay) 
Strung out behind us the banners and flags 
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags 
Do you remember me? How we used to be? 
Do you think we should be closer?