(Roger Waters)

A Child breaks the ice and peers into
the hidden depths
And tries to decipher the whole of this
unholy mess
I have no doubt he will figure it out some day
Callooh, Callooh Callay
Callooh, Callooh Callay

Then the sparrows will sing on the
boulevards again
And the corridors of power will be walked
by thoughtful men
The assassins and priests like mythical beasts
will surely fade away
Callooh, Callooh Callay
Callooh, Callooh Callay
The new generation is eager to master the helm
They cannot be seduced by this candyfloss
techno hell
They put over the helm and a fresh breeze
fills the sails
Callooh, Callooh Callay
Callooh, Callooh Callay

A Child breaks the ice and peers into
the hidden depths
To try to untangle the whole of this unholy mess
Well I have no doubt they will figure it out one day
Callooh, Callooh Callay
Callooh, Callooh Callay