David Gilmour - A Pocketful Of Stones

A Pocketful Of Stones (Gilmour/Samson) He's sending stones skimming and flying Circles spinning out his time Though the earth is dying his head is in the stars Chances are this spark's a lifetime Out of touch he'll live in wonder Won't lose sleep he'll just pretend In his world he won't go under Turns without him until the end Rivers run dry but there's no line on his brow Says he doesn't care who's saved It's just the dice you roll, the here and now And he's not guilty or afraid One day he'll slip away Cool water flowing all around In the river and on the ground Leave a pocketful of stones and not believe in other lives Until then he'll live in wonder He won't fight or comprehend In his world he won't go under Turns without him until the end