High Hopes

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young,
In a world of magnets and miracles,
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary.
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down to the causeway.
Do they still live there by the cut?
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away,
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay.

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side.
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again,
Dragged by the force of some inner tide.
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed up world.

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition,
There’s a hunger still unsatisfied.
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon.
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon,
Though down this road we’ve been so many times.

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever.

– Pink Floyd

Submitted by:

Arvind, who says “There is no such thing as too much Pink Floyd.”


I will refer you to our last post featuring Pink Floyd and leave it at that. Far be it from me to say anything more.

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  1. By A Pillow of Winds – Fiat Camena on July 23, 2012 at 21:46

    […] with dark undercurrents. We’ve run other lyrics by Pink Floyd on this site; Echoes and High Hopes. You can read a bit about their singing-songwriting and their musical career here and here. Be […]

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