Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain, can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rain a mile 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 exchanged a walk on part in the war from a lead role in a cage.
How I wish, how I wish you were we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year, running under the same old side, have we found same old fears, Wish you were here
Saturday, November 11, 2006
I wasn'tkissingher... ... waswhisperingin her mouth