20.3.07
:: Pink Floyd ::
So, so you think you can tell ...Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain...Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail? ...A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell? ...And did they get you to trade ...Your heros for ghosts? ...Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? ...Cold comfort for
change?
And did you exchange ...A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage? ...How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls ...Swimming in a fish bowl, ...Year after year,
Running over the same old ground. ...What have we found? ...The same old fears.

Wish you were here.
 
::Petaka::10:35 p. m. | |


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