Pink Floyd - Round And Around

One sound, one single sound One kiss, one single kiss A face outside the windowpane However did it come to this? A man who ran, a child who cried A girl who heard, a voice that lied The sun that burned a fiery red The vision of an empty bed The use of force, he was so tough She'll soon submit, she's had enough The march of fate, the broken will Someone is lying very still He has laughed and he has cried He has fought and he has died He's just the same as all the rest He's not the worst; and he's not the best And still this ceaseless murmuring The babbling that I brook The seas of faces, eyes upraised The empty screen, the vacant look A man in black on a snow white horse A pointless life has run its course The red-rimmed eyes, the tears still run As he fades into the setting sun