Текст (слова) песни: Gilmour, David - Murder

Some of them standing, some were waiting in the line
As if there was something that they thought they might find
Taking some strength from the feelings that always were shared
And in the background, the eyes that just stared

What was it brought you out here in the dark?
Was it your only way of making your mark
Did you get rid of all the voices in your head?
Do you now miss them and the things that they said?

On your own admission you raised up the knife
And you brought it down ending another mans life
When it was done you just threw down the blade
While the red blood spread wider like the anger you made

I dont want this anger thats burning in me
Its something from which its so hard to be free
But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage
Can make any difference, or turn back the page
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