Crumbling Land

Crumbling Land -Pink Floyd
Written by ：Albert Hammond/Michael Hazelwood
In a while
I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine
In a smile
I saw a single eagle in the sky
Wheeling
Soaring
Gliding by
On a hill
There lived a man with many shining things
Shiny pool
A shiny car and shiny diamond rings
Wining
Dining
Shining king
And the eagle flies in clear blue skies
Breathing in the clear blue air
Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
And fifty more come rolling off
The Ford production line
Then a man
Appearing like a mirage on the sand
In his hand
A moving picture of the crumbling land
Screaming
Dealing
Movie man
Here we go
Hold your nose and see if something blows
Close your eyes
Count to ten and see the sunrise right
Climbing
High into the sky
By the golden mansion let the guiardian rise
Upon the finger of the king
Hung high
The eagle spies the glitter of a gun
And wheeling in a climbing turn
He flies into the sun