I wish...
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 we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
- Pink Floyd, Wish you were here
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 we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
- Pink Floyd, Wish you were here
posted by Katie P. at 12:14 AM
3 Comments:
WTF? that's it? why haven't you been posting?? did you get my package? is everything OK?
i didn't mean for that comment to come across as mean-- i've just been worried and have been obsessively checking your blog. please let us know how you're doing! i can't wait to see you in a little over a month!
Nope, I can't tell Heaven from Hell
But I can tell where Heaven fell.
Nor can I tell a green field from a cold steel rail,
But I can tell where the train ran off a steel rail, leaving it cold.
How can I tell the tree from hot ashes when it turned to ashes?
How can I tell?
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