“The echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand.”
More from Pink Floyd
“We call it riding the gravy train.”
“We're so happy we can hardly count.”
“You're gonna fly high.”
“Get out of the road if you want to grow old.”
“The echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand.”
“We call it riding the gravy train.”
“We're so happy we can hardly count.”
“You're gonna fly high.”
“Get out of the road if you want to grow old.”