"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 (...)"
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 (...)"
- David Gilmour, "Sorrow" ("A Momentary Lapse of Reason", Pink Floyd, 1987)