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Burning Bridges

Wright/Waters

Bridges burning
gladly

Merging with the shadows,

Flickering between the lines.

Stolen moments floating softly on the air,

Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher.

Ancient bonds
are breaking,

Moving on and changing sides.

Dreaming of a new day,

Cast aside the other way.

Magic visions stirring,

Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes.

The doorway stands
ajar,

The walls that once were high.

Beyond the gilded cage,

Beyond the reach of ties.

The moment is at hand.

She breaks the golden band.

Puentes ardiendo

The Gold it's in The...
Waters/Gilmour

Come on, my friends,
Let's make for the hills.
They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills.
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
Because I'm only coming along for the ride.

Well, you go your
way,
I'll go mine.
I don't care if we get there on time.
Everybody's searching for something, they say.
I'll get my kicks on the way.
Over the mountains, across the seas
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names.
Faces of people and places don't change.

All I have to
do is just close my eyes
To see the seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies.
All I want to tell you, all I want to say
Is count me in on the journey.
Don't expect me to stay.

El oro esta en...

Wots... uh the Deal
Waters/Gilmour

Heaven sent the
promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in

Waiting on the
first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time

To let me in from
the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Flash the red
is wots...uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.

Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own

So let me in from
the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by
candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again

Someone said the
promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout
"Come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old.

Ey, el trato

Childhood's End
Gilmour

You shout in your
sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too steep.
Is your conscience at rest
If once put to the test?
You awake with a start
To just the beating of your heart.
Just one man beneath the sky,
Just two ears, just two eyes.

You set sail across
the sea
Of long past thoughts and memories.
Childhood's end, your fantasies
Merge with harsh realities.
And then as the sail is hoist,
You find your eyes are growing moist.
All the fears never voiced
Say you have to make your final choice.

Who are you and
who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born; some men die
Beneath one infinite sky.
There'll be war, there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to dust.
And so all things, time will mend.
So this song will end.

El fin de la infancia

Free Four
Waters

The memories of
a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.

Life is a short,
warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.

So all aboard
for the American tour,
And maybe you'll make it to the top.
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off.

You are the angel
of death
And I am the dead man's son.
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.

And who is the
master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of
a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.

Cuatro libres

Stay
Wright/Waters

Stay and help
me to end the day.
And of you don't mind,
We'll break a bottle of wine.
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,
Because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.

I rise, looking
through my morning eyes,
Surprised to find you by my side.
Rack my brain to try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you good-bye.
Morning dues.
Newborn day.
Midnight blue turned to gray.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.

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