I can hear you calling me,
You left the coffee on the table,
And your cigarette still alight in the ashtray…
You called my name,
You reached out to me,
You made me feel things so human,
So intensely and natively human,
That I can’t imagine a world without you…
Would that world be absent of human life past the 20th century?
Or would it be so emotionally distant and musically distraught that human life may as well be extinct?
Who’s to say for certain…
Well I hope this finds you well,
And if you start hearing the song of the piper at the gates of dawn…
You know where to find me. Ta-ta and farewell
There’s much to discuss, but we have no more time
And I just can’t fathom sitting down to talk about feelings of an almost human nature…
Goodbye Pink Floyd, you live on in me… and all the others you showed the light to.
