sábado, março 06, 2004


So you think you can tell
Heaven from hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From the 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 a 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.

Pink Floyd
Wish you were here


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