Pink Floyd

San Tropez

As I reach for a peach
Slide a line down behind a sofa in San Tropez
Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
Sleeping alone in the drown of the darkness
Scratched by the sand that fell from my love
Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling
if you're alone, I'll come home

Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove
Gone with the wind and the rainon an airplane
Born in a home wiiht no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far flung thoughts togheter
Speeding away on a wind to a new day
I'f you're alone, I'll come home

And I'll pause for a while by a countr stile
And listen to the things they
Diggingfor gold in a hole in my hand
Open the book, take a look at the way things stand
And you're leading me down to the place by the sea
I hear your soft voice calling to me
Making a date for later by phone
And if you're alone, I'll come home