Sorrow

(Gilmour)
  1. Hand of Fate (1987)

  2. A Momentary Lapse Of Reason (1987)

    The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
    Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
    A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
    But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
    He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
    In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
    He's chained forever to a world that's departed
    It's not enough, it's not enough
    His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
    His knees have trembled & given way in the night
    His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
    His step has faltered
    One world, one soul
    Time pass, the river rolls
    And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
    And silent replies that swirl invitation
    Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
    A grim intimation of what is to be
    There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
    And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
    And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
    Of promises broken


  3. Made In Japan (1988)

  4. Delicate Sound of Thunder (1988)

    The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
    Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
    A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
    But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

    He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
    In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
    He's chained forever to a world that's departed
    It's not enough, it's not enough

    His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
    His knees have trembled & given way in the night
    His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
    His step has faltered

    One world, one soul
    Time pass, the river rolls

    It's not enough it's not enough
    His hand has faltered
    .... .... ......

    And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
    And silent replies that swirl invitation
    Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
    A grim intimation of what is to be

    There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
    And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
    And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
    Of promises broken


  5. Nothing Is Changed (1988-07-08)

  6. Venetia Night (1989)

  7. Pulse (1995)

    The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
    Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
    A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
    But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

    He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
    In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
    He's chained forever to a world that's departed
    It's not enough, it's not enough

    His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
    His knees have trembled & given way in the night
    His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
    His step has faltered

    One world, one soul
    Time pass, the river rolls

    It's not enough it's not enough
    His hand has faltered
    .... .... ......

    And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
    And silent replies that swirl invitation
    Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
    A grim intimation of what is to be

    There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
    And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
    And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
    Of promises broken


  8. Echoes - The Best of Pink Floyd (2001)