David Gilmour

David Gilmour

I cant breathe anymore


Why this is Im not sure


Ive got my feet on the ground


In fact Im flat on the floor


My direction is lost


I should pause to take stock


Its a new one on me


To even dream that you're free


Its a tale without an end


But the end is there for all to see


And if the end werent so real


Coming round and round again on me


I guess its all about my pride


I want to be there at the kill


But with or without god on my side


I know that I really will