"He is haunted by the memory of a lost paradise,is it youth or a dream he cant' be precise, he's chained forever, to a world that's departed, it's not enough, its not enough...
There's an unceasing wind, that blows throguh this night, there is dust in my eyes, thats blinds my sight, there is a silence that speaks so much louder than words, of promises broken....
-David Gilmour, Sorrow
