Roger Waters - Wait for Her

With a glass inlaid with gemstones

On a pool around the evening

Among the perfumed roses

Wait for her

With the patience of a packhorse loaded for the mountains

Like a stoic, noble prince

Wait for her

With seven pillows laid out on the stair

The scent of womens' incense fills the air

Be calm, and wait for her

And do not flush the sparrows that are nesting in her braids

All along the barricades

Wait for her

And if she comes soon

Wait for her

And if she comes late

Wait

Let her be still as a summer afternoon

A garden in full bloom

Let her breathe in the air that is foreign to her heart

Let her lips part

Wait for her

 

Take her to the balcony, see the moon soaked in milk

Hear the rustle of her silk

Wait for her

Don't let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast

Lest they take flight

Wait for her

And if she comes soon

Wait for her

And if she comes late

Wait

Serve her water before wine

Do not touch her hand

Let your fingertips rest at her command

Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin

Breathe out

Breathe in

And as the echo fades from that final fusillade

Remember the promises you made