David Gilmour

(P.Townshend - Gilmour)
It takes a fool to phone a fool
When both have said it all
We make the rule, bemoan the rule
That neither one should call
But love that was
Is love that is
Demands to always be unchanged
But then all lovers are deranged.
We walk away with memories
And clutch them to our hearts
We're disembodied entities
We move in fits and starts
For burning wine
Intoxicates,
And takes all caution in its flames