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?
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.
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One of my favorite songs. :)
Pink Floyd rules. I have been listening to them so much over the past few months.
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