Echoes

David Gilmour/Richard Wright

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air

And deep beneath the rolling waves

In labyrinths of coral caves

The echo of a distant tide

Comes willowing across the sand

And everything is green and submarine

And no one show us to the land

And no one knows the wheres or whys

But something stares and something tries

And starts to climb towards the light