San Tropez

Artists : Pink Floyd : San Tropez

as i reach for a peach
slide a line down behind a sofa in san tropez
breaking a stick with a brick in the sand
riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
scratched by the sand that fell from my love
deep in my dreams and i still hear her calling
if you're alone, i'll come home

backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove
gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane
born in a home with no silver spoon
i'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
sonner than wait for a break in the weather
i'll gather my far flung thoughts together
speeding away on a wind to a new day
if you're alone, i'll come home

and i'll pause for awhile by a country stile
and listen to the things they say
digging for gold in a hole in my hand
open the book, take a look at the way things stand
and you're leading me down to the place by the sea
i hear your soft voice calling to me
making a date for later by phone
and if you're alone, i'll come home