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