Pink Floyd - Sorrow Lyrics
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the landPlumes 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 wakingHes haunted by the memory of a lost paradiseIn his youth or a dream, he cant be preciseHes chained forever to a world thats departedIts not enough, its not enoughHis blood has frozen & curdled with frightHis knees have trembled & given way in the nightHis hand has weakened at the moment of truthHis step has falteredOne world, one soulTime pass, the river rollsIts not enough its not enoughHis hand has faltered.... .... ......And he talks to the river of lost love and dedicationAnd silent replies that swirl invitationFlow dark and troubled to an oily seaA grim intimation of what is to beTheres an unceasing wind that blows through this nightAnd theres dust in my eyes, that blinds my sightAnd silence that speaks so much louder that words,Of promises broken
