Lost Boys Calling
Roger Waters, Ennio Morricone"Lost Boys Calling" is a song by Roger Waters, Ennio Morricone, released in 1999 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:15 long and contains 28 lines and 213 words.
Lyrics
0:20Come hold me now I am not gone
0:28I would not leave you here alone
0:34In this dead calm beneath the waves
0:41I can still hear those lost boys calling
0:48You could not speak you were afraid
0:56To take the risk of being left again
1:03And so you tipped your hat and waved and then
1:11You turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again
1:18And in Mott street in July
1:25When I hear those seabirds cry
1:33I hold the child the child in the man
1:40The child that we leave behind
2:21And in Mott street in July
2:28When I hear those seabirds cry
2:35I hold the child the child in the man
2:43The child that we leave behind
2:54The spotlight fades the boys disband
3:03The final notes lie mute upon the sand
3:09And in the silence of the grave
3:16I can still hear those lost boys calling
3:24We left them there when they were young
3:32The men were gone until the west was won
3:38And now there's nothing left but time to kill
3:46You never took us fishin' dad and now you never will
3:53And in Mott street in July
4:00When I hear those seabirds cry
4:08I hold the child the child in the man
4:15The child that we leave behind
Come hold me now I am not gone I would not leave you here alone In this dead calm beneath the waves I can still hear those lost boys calling You could not speak you were afraid To take the risk of being left again And so you tipped your hat and waved and then You turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again And in Mott street in July When I hear those seabirds cry I hold the child the child in the man The child that we leave behind And in Mott street in July When I hear those seabirds cry I hold the child the child in the man The child that we leave behind The spotlight fades the boys disband The final notes lie mute upon the sand And in the silence of the grave I can still hear those lost boys calling We left them there when they were young The men were gone until the west was won And now there's nothing left but time to kill You never took us fishin' dad and now you never will And in Mott street in July When I hear those seabirds cry I hold the child the child in the man The child that we leave behind
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