The Hero’s Return (part II) Songtext
von Pink Floyd

Jesus, Jesus, what′s it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
When I was their age all the lights went out
There was no time to whine or mope about
And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angels one five
Though they'll never fathom it behind my
Sarcasm desperate memories lie


Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good
′Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day

When we came back from the war
The banners and flags hung on everyone′s door
We danced and we sang in the street and
The church bells rang
But the burning in my heart
The memory smolders on
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom