sabato 30 ottobre 2010

DON'T WISH YOU WERE HERE. A RESPONSE

NO, I don't think I can tell heaven from hell
or blue skies from pain
I can't tell a green field from a cold steel rail
or a smile from a veil
I don' think I can tell...

And they didn't get me to trade my heroes for ghosts
or hot ashes for trees
and hot air for a cool breeze 
or cold comfort for change
I DIDN'T EXCHANGE
a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage...

I DON'T WISH
I don't wish you were here
I'm not a lost soul like you swimmin' in a fish bowl
year after year
not runnin' over the same old ground
we don't find the same old fears
JUST DON'T WISH YOU  WERE HERE...