@gke: Σεπτεμβρίου 2007

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.

Πέμπτη 20 Σεπτεμβρίου 2007