sexta-feira, julho 13, 2007

wish you were here...

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 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.

2 comentários:

Astor disse...

Mas só depois dos Beatles ;)

Grande música, grandes músicos, grandes compositores.. enfim..

Grandes.

Araj disse...

Linda!!!!!!