written by David Gilmour & Phil Manzanera | produced by Bob Ezrin & David Gilmour | from the album A Momentary Lapse Of Reason (1987)
A restless eye across a weary room
A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
The music played and played as we whirled without end
No hint no word her honour to defend
I will I will she sighed to my request
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test
Then drowned in desire our souls on fire
I led the way to the funeral pyre
And without a thought of the consequence
I gave in to my decadence
One slip and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret you won't forget
There'll be no sleep in here tonight
Was it love or was it the idea of being in love
Or was it the hand of fate that seemed to fit just like a glove
The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown
The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone
One slip and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life to a life
The one regret you will never forget
There'll be no sleep in here tonight