(Today, always) let’s forget all the skies cast over and grey
(Today, always) and all the squalling tempest of doubt
(Today, always) holding on, clinging tight in the wreckage of love
(Today, always) but today
David Gilmour – Today
(Today, always) let’s forget all the skies cast over and grey
(Today, always) and all the squalling tempest of doubt
(Today, always) holding on, clinging tight in the wreckage of love
(Today, always) but today