San Tropez Songtext

von Pink Floyd

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