on Thursday, March 24, 2005
I love Pink Floyd.. they are so pessimistic.
So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell
blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field with a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade you heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
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 the fish bowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here.
Carina
1:35:00 AM
