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 a cage
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
1 comment:
we've gotta hold on, to what we've got...we've got each other, and that's a lot..
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