Letra da Música San Tropez de 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.