martes, 1 de enero de 2013

You took my hand you promised me you'd be around
And did they get you to trade 
your heros 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.