Pink Floyd - The Hero’s Return

Pink Floyd : The Final Cut (1983) Lyrics: Jesus, Jesus, what’s it all about? Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape. When I was their age all the lights were out. There was no time to whine and 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 burning in my heart The memory smolders on Of the gunner’s dying words on the intercom.