Musings on Pink Floyd's lyrics - "Division Bell"

DIVISION BELL - Pink Floyd
Did you ever realise what you had become…And it was not only me you were running from…The rains fell slow…Down on all the roofs of uncertainty…And did you know…I never thought you would lose that light in your eyes…Marooned…On the day the wall came down…The Ship of Fools had finally run aground…Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight…Now frontiers shift like desert sands…While nations wash their bloodied hands…Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey…And all but the bitter residue slipped away…slipped away…I’ve spent too long…On the inside out…My skin is cold…To the human touch…This bleeding heart’s not beating much…Extinguished by light I turn on the night…Wear its darkness with an empty smile…I’m holding out for the day…When all the clouds have blown away…I’m with you now…Can speak your name…Till we can hear…Ourselves again…
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young…In a world of magnet and miracles…Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary…But the ringing of the division bell had begun…There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps…Running before time took our dreams away…Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground…To a life consumed by slow decay…Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us…To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side…Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again…Dragged by the forces of some inner tide…
The dawn mist glowing…The water flowing…The endless river…High hopes…A world of magnet and miracles has slipped away…slipped away…The grass is greener…The light is brighter…The taste is sweeter…The nights of wonder…The ringing of the division bell has begun...


Today I found Pink Floyd…or perhaps Pink Floyd found me…
Inner tides on the same naked sea…
Of cramped wonder and frozen answers…
Sailing in motley tune with Nowhere to Fly...

New Moon…
Dark portal …
Waiting for some Time Traveller Spirit…
Some yesterday…
Some tomorrow…

Venturing the secret chamber…the quest for the Hall of Records…
Just a diary of possible old memories of Atlantean mysteries
Embedded deep in Egyptian walls…
But I know the Sphinx still smiles…

The precious passport is close…
For the first time I will see my certificate of birth…
And Canada seems but a magical smile away…
The grass seems greener…
The light seems brighter…
The nights of limpid magic have begun…

(Written just before my first venture overseas in a beautiful northern October autumn)