So, so you thinkyou can tell Heaven from Hell
Blue skies 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 heroes 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 some old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
/ Pink Floyd, 1975. /
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Post je objavljen 01.02.2005. u 14:42 sati.