Flickering Flame Lyrics - Roger Waters

When my neurons conspire to direct my thoughts 

Away from divorce and competitive sports 

Back to the place where all rivers run to the sea 

Then I shall be free 

Yes I shall be free 

On a see-saw in a strange land 

The jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's hand 

And the fiddlers played 

And the planners plan what would be 

On a back seat in a court room 

Sat Molly Malone and Leopold Bloom 

Until the police came down with a new broom 

And swept them clean 

Like Geronimo 

Like Quinn the Eskimo 

Like the Blackfoot 

And like the Arapaho 

Like Crazy Horse 

I'll be the last one to lay down my gun 

On the open road in a bar room 

A pick up band plays a new tune 

When the coloured girls sing 

I feel my heart boom 

When a new song hits the right note 

When a clearing sky saves an old boat 

When an insight strikes the mote 

From mine own eye 

Like Geronimo 

Like Quinn the Eskimo 

Like the Blackfoot 

And like the Arapaho 

Like Crazy Horse 

I'll be the last one to lay down my gun 

Just out of sight 

Beyond the next range 

I'll feel the heat of a flickering flame 

On an African Plain by a thorn tree 

My old friend Philippe is waiting for me 

Que cera, cera 

What ever will be will be 

When a friend dies and the tears rise 

From that deep well that never runs dry 

And the women break their bracelets 

And the men take their whisky outside 

In a pied-a-terre on the rue St Denis 

The red velvet curtain pulls back to reveal 

The place where the dark side meets the angel in me 

The angel in me 

When my synapses pause in my quest for applause 

When my ego lets go of my end of the bone 

To focus instead on the love that is precious to me 

Then I shall be free 

I shall be free