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Faces of Stone Lyrics
Faces of stone that watched from the dark
As the wind swirled around and you took my arm in the park
Images framed, hung high in the trees
And you talked of your youth but the years had turned dry as the leaves
Your lover was gone, his replacement to hand
And just what the difference was, you could not understand
In darkening grey we walked back through the streets
Then you talked all night long of your childhood home by the sea
And I, my disguise a mask chosen by you
Believed every word I heard
At least I think that's what I tried to do
We sat on the roof, the night overflowed
No more was said but I learned all I needed to know
Your Hollywood smile shone a light on the past
But it was the future that you held so tight to your heart
As the wind swirled around and you took my arm in the park
Images framed, hung high in the trees
And you talked of your youth but the years had turned dry as the leaves
And just what the difference was, you could not understand
In darkening grey we walked back through the streets
Then you talked all night long of your childhood home by the sea
Believed every word I heard
At least I think that's what I tried to do
No more was said but I learned all I needed to know
Your Hollywood smile shone a light on the past
But it was the future that you held so tight to your heart
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Gilmour himself, on "Unmask Us, writes:
‘Faces Of Stone’ was prompted by a memory of a day walking in Ladbroke Gardens with my mother when she was suffering with dementia. As we were walking through the trees, under the trees, she was saying, “Isn’t it lovely.” She would see pictures that were there hanging in the trees. That was a moment that sparked it off and I had a line that went, “Faces of stone that watched from the dark, As the wind swirled around and you took my arm in the park.” So it’s basically about my mother’s decline and the ending of one life and beginning of another ‘cos Romany was born 9 months before my mother died. So there was a period when they were alive together. She came to our house and held Romany in her arms as a tiny baby and I have a picture of that. So the moment in the park which is a mental picture and the picture of her holding Romany in her arms sparked a little thing that became the lyric.” David Gilmour (727)