A Pocketful Of Stones Lyrics - On An Island - Gilmour David

He's sending stones skimming and flying 

Circles spinning out his time 

Though the earth is dying his head is in the stars 

Chances are this spark's a lifetime 

Out of touch he'll live in wonder 

Won't lose sleep he'll just pretend 

In his world he won't go under 

Turns without him until the end 

Rivers run dry but there's no line on his brow 

Says he doesn't care who's saved 

It's just the dice you roll, the here and now 

And he's not guilty or afraid 

One day he'll slip away 

Cool water flowing all around 

In the river and on the ground 

Leave a pocketful of stones and not believe in other lives