San Tropez – Pink Floyd (Letras)

As I reach for a peach
Slide a rind down behind
The sofa in San Tropez.
Breakin a stick
with a brick on the sand.
Ridin a wave
In the wake of an old sedan.

Sleepin alone in the
Drone of the darkness,
Scratched by the sand that
Fell from my love,
Deep in my dreams and I
Still hear her callin
If you re alone,
I ll come home.

Backward and homebound,
The pigeon, the dove,
Gone with the wind
And the rain, on an airplane.
Owning a home
With 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 together.
Speeding away
On the wind to a new day.
And if you re alone
I ll come home.

And I pause for a while
By a country style
And listen to the things they say.
Diggin for gold
With a hoe in my hand.
Open a 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.

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