Breathe - Roger Waters, Ron Geesin

Breathe in the air

Make for the meadow and savour the grass while it lasts

By and by Spidery fingers of industry reach for the sky

Brick upon brick, stone upon stone they grow

Choking the atmosphere, oh, so incredibly slowly

Sulphur and carbon and hydrogen sulphide and lime

Fever, corrosion, and cover your cities with grime

Something is killing the land before your eyes

And the sunshine

Is not to blame

Could be the insane, inhumane games we play

Day by day

Riddle and fool

Mushrooming home in a crowd, I’m alone

Close your eyes, lie still

You are a mountain stream and I am a hill

Far, far away

There is a field of blossom and bees and new mown hay

Breathe in the air

Breathe in the air

Breathe in the air

Breathe in the air