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 a cage?
We're just lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have you found?
The same old fears.
"Wish you were here" Pink Floyd
1 comentario :
Esa canción, que me encanta, siempre me hace pensar en mi cuñada muerta.
Y creo que sí, que ella podía.
Tengo ganas de veros.
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