Comfortably Numb (Live at Pompeii 2016) - David Gilmour

Down, down Down, down The star is screaming Beneath the lies Lie, lie Tschay, tschay, tschay Careful, careful, careful with that axe, Eugene

Whatever it takes to break Gotta do it From the burning lake or the eastern gate You'll get through it Rattle that lock, lose those chains Rattle that lock, lose those chains Rattle that lock, lose those chains Rattle that lock Let's go do it Have it all our way Go back to where we blew it And lose our heads along the way So long sin, au revoir chaos If there's a heaven, it can wait So long sin, au revoir chaos If there's a heaven Rattle that lock Rattle that lock, lose those chains Rattle that lock Rattle that lock, lose those chains And all the other travellers Become phantoms to our eyes Furies and the revellers Fallen angels in disguise No discord, chance or rumour Is going to interrupt this place No discord, chance or rumour To interrupt this So let's get to it It's calling like a flame Through the darkness and the night The world suspended on a golden chain No discord, chance or rumour Is going to interrupt this place No discord, chance or rumour To interrupt this Rattle that lock Rattle that lock, lose those chains Rattle that lock Rattle that lock Rattle that lock, lose those chains

Remember that night White steps in the moonlight They walked here too Through empty playground, this ghost's town Children again On rusting swings getting higher Sharing a dream On an island, it felt right We lay side by side Between the moon and the tide Mapping the stars for a while Let the night surround you We're halfway to the stars Ebb and flow, let it go Feel her warmth beside you Remember that night The warmth and the laughter Candles burned Though the church was deserted At dawn, we went down Through empty streets to the harbor Dreamers may leave But they're here ever after Let the night surround you We're halfway to the stars Ebb and flow, let it go Feel her warmth beside you

Home and done it's just begun His heart weighs more More than it ever did before What has he done? God help my son Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue How was I to feel it When a gun was in my hands And I'd waited for so long How was I to see straight In the dust and blinding sun Just a pair of boots on the ground On the screen the young men die The children cry In the rubble of their lives What has he done? God help my son Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up The volume pumped right up But not enough to drown it out I hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongue How am I to see you When my faith stands in the way And the wailing is long done How am I to know you With a joystick in my hand When the call to arms has come