Roger Waters - The Last Refugee


Lie with me now
Under lemon tree skies
show me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden by warm brown eyes

Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart
and wonder at loves sweet ache,
and the wild beat of my heart.

Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart.

And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child
she was taking a last look at the sea.
Wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells
while bathing belles, soft beneath
hard bitten shells punch their iPhones,
erasing the numbers of redundant lovers.

and search the horizon
and you'll find my child
down by the shore
digging around for a chain or a bone
searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea.

The last refugee