The Hero's Return - Pink Floyd
Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.
When I was their age all the lights were out.
There was no time to whine and mope about.
And even now part of me flies
over dresden at angels one five.
Though they'll never fathom it behind
my sarcasm desperate memories lie.
Sweetheart, sweetheart are you fast asleep?
That's the only time that I can really speak to you.
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day.
When we came back from the war the banners
and flags hung on everyone's door.
We danced and we sang in the street
and the church bells rang.
But burning in my heart
The memory smolders on
Of the gunner's dying words on the intercom.