Trust - The Pretty Things, David Gilmour

Excuse me please as I wipe a tear

Away from an eye that sees there’s nothing left to trust

Finding that their minds are grey

And there’s no sorrow in the world that’s left to trust.

Sitting on top of a white cloud

Looking round for someone there to trust

Changing your mind as you go through time

You grasp at straws,

There are written laws that say you must

With tired eyes you follow the man

That has in his hand a banner that says 'dust to dust'

Finding that his mind’s gone wrong

And there’s no sorrow in the world that’s left to trust.

Sitting on top of that white cloud

Looking round for someone there to trust

You’re changing your mind as you go Through a time

You grasp at straws

But there are written laws that say you must.

Going away in the morning

You’re seen walking.

We’re going away, away

Going away.

As the sun was rising

You’re seen walking.

She’s going away, away

Going away.

Excuse me please as I wipe a tear

Away from an eye that sees there’s nothing left to trust

Finding that their minds are grey

And there’s no sorrow in the world that’s left to trust.

Sitting on top of that white cloud

Looking for someone there to trust

Changing your mind as you go through time

You grasp at straws

But there are written laws that say you must.