Roger Waters - The last refugee

^ALie with me ^Emnow ^AUnder lemon tree skies ^AShow me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden by ^Gwarm brown eyes ^{G A}Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely ^Gapart And ^Awonder at ^Emloves sweet ache And the wild beat of my ^Aheart ^AOh, ^Grhapsody tearing me ^Aapart

^AAnd I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my ^Emchild She was ^Ataking a last look at the ^Asea ^GWading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells ^GWhile bathing belles, soft beneath ^DHard bitten shells punch their iPhones ^DErasing the numbers of redundant lovers And search the ^Ahorizon ^EmAnd you'll find my child, down by the shore ^ADigging around for a chain or a bone ^ASearching the sand for a relic washed up by the s^Gea The last refuge^Ae