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 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.
© Pink Floyd
3 comentarios:
Pero, ¿qué pasó entonces?
Que vino su avó y se lo llevó de la oreja por no estar en el cole a esas horas de la mañana.
Este tema es super bueno, pero lo han tocado tanto que he perdido el sentido. Tiene que pasar harto tiempo sin escucharse pa- volver a tomarle cariño.
Mi humilde punto de vista, por cierto.
La pregunta del millon: Preparas tus fotos o son espontaneas y ya?, porque si son espontaneas, doble merito Bliss!.
Abrazos Parchesianos.
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