Lost Boys Calling (En Vivo) (Live)

Lost Boys Calling (Live) - Filippa Giordano

Written by：Ennio Morricone/Roger Waters

Come hold me now

I am not gone

I would not leave you here alone

In this dead calm beneath the waves

I can still hear those lost boys calling

You could not speak

You were afraid

To take the risk of being left again

And so you tipped your hat and waved

And then

You turned back up the gangway

Of that steel tomb again

And in mott street in July

When I hear those sea birds cry

I hold the child

The child in the man

The child that we leave behind

The spotlight fades

The boys disband

The final note lies mute upon the sand

And in the silence of the grave

I can still hear those lost boys calling

We left them there

When they were young

The men were gone until the west was won

And now there's nothing left but time to kill

You never took us fishing dad

And now you never will

And in mott street in July

When I hear those sea birds cry

I hold the child

The child in the man

The child that we leave behind

Ohh the child the child

The child that we leave behind

Leave behind