Pink Floyd: High Hopes

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young, in a world of magnets and miracles,

our thoughts trailed constantly and without boundary.

The ringing of the division bell had begun along the long road and on down the causeway

Do they still move there by the cubs?

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 around her, 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, the flag unfurled. We reached the dizzy heights

of that dreamed-of world, encumbered forever by desire and ambition.

There's a hunger still unsatisfied, our weary eyes still straight at 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.