APocketfulofStones

A Pocketful of Stones - David Gilmour

He's sending stones skimming and flying

Circles spinning out his time

Though the earth is dying his head is in the stars

Chances are this spark's a lifetime

Out of touch he'll live in wonder

Won't lose sleep he'll just pretend

In his world he won't go under

Turns without him until the end

Rivers run dry but there's no line on his brow

Says he doesn't care who's saved

It's just the dice you roll the here and now

And he's not guilty or afraid

One day he'll slip away

Cool water flowing all around

In the river and on the ground

Leave a pocketful of stones and not believe in other lives

Until then he'll live in wonder

He won't fight or comprehend

In his world he won't go under

Turns without him until the end