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?
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 same old ground..
what have we found? the same old fears.
wish you were here.…..
kul å se att du upptäckt en av mina absolutliga favoriter i “saknar dej så det gör ont genren” :-)
hehe.. äpplen och träd osv.. kanske..