Wish You Were Here

拿俺38的脚踹你52的脸

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 you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
［此帖子已被 拿俺38的脚踹你52的脸 在 2008-1-17 22:06:12 编辑过］