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?
did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees?
hot air for a cool breeze?
and cold comfort for change?
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 ]
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