Intro :
F loating down th rough the clouds
Memories come rushing u p to meet me now.
In the s pace between the heavens
And in the c orner of some foreign field,
I had a d ream,
I had a d ream.
Goodbye Max, g oodbye Ma.
After the service when you're w alking slowly to the car
And the s ilver in her hair shines in the co ld November air,
You h ear the tolling bell, and to uch the silk in your lap el,
And a s the tear drops rise to meet the co mfort of the band,
You take her frail h and and hold on to the dream.
A place to stay, e nough to eat,
Somewhere old heroes shuffle s afely down the street.
Where you can s peak out loud about your doubts and fe ars,
And what's more n o-one ever disappears,
You never hear their standard issue k icking in your door.
You can relax on b oth sides of the tracks,
And maniacs d on't blow holes in ba ndsmen by remote control ,
And e veryone has recourse to the la w,
And n o-one kills the children anymo re.
No-one kills the children anymore.
Night after nig ht, going ro und and rou nd my brai n,
His d ream is dr iving me insan e.
In the c orner of some foreign field,
The g unner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We c annot just write off his final sc ene.
Take heed of his d ream,
Take heed.