Текст: Pink Floyd. Burning Bridges.

Bridges burning glady, melting with the shadow
flickering between the lines
stolen mormons floating softly on the air
gone on wings of fire and climbing higher

Ancient bulbs are breaking, leaving all and changing sides
dreaming of a new day, cast aside the other way
magic vision, staring, kindled by the burning flames
lies in her eyes

The door it stands ajar
it was, it once was high beyond the guilded cage
beyond the reach of time, the moment is at hand
she breaks the golden band