David Gilmour

I can't breathe anymore,
Why that is I'm not sure
I've got my feet on the ground,
In fact I'm flat on the floor
My direction is lost,
I should pause to take stock,
It's a new one on me
To even dream that you're free.


It's a tale without an end,
But the end is there for all to see
And if the end weren't so real
Coming around and 'round again on me.
I guess it's 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.