So,so you think you 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 cage?
How I wish,how I wish you were here.
Were just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,year after year.
Running over the same old ground.What have you found?
The same old fears.Whish you were here...
Post je objavljen 08.08.2007. u 12:57 sati.