Out of the blue on wings of a dove A messenger comes, with the beating of drums It's not a message of love
Our children are born, and we keep them warm They must have the right, to live in the light to be safe from the storm
Out of the blue, with wings on his heels A messenger comes, bearing regrets for the time that he steals
But steal it he will, my children's and mine against our desires, against all our needs Our blood spilled like wine
Over and over we call...no one hears And further and further and further we fall And though we pray that we soon will awake it is clear, that it's no dream at all Our lives are at stake
I cannot believe, nor even pretend that the thunder I hear, will just disappear and the nightmare will end
So hold back the fire, because this much is true When all's said and done, the ending will come from out of the blue
Compositor: David Jon Gilmour (PRS)Editores: Concord Music Publishing LLC (PRS), Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2006 (18/Mai) e lançado em 2006 (01/Mar)ECAD verificado obra #1849502 e fonograma #2294252 em 21/Abr/2024