Wish You Were Here
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 road 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.
 playwithfire · Sat Jun 25, 2005 @ 06:11am · 3 Comments |
