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 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

wish you were here
pink floyd



quoted a hundred different times for a hundred different reasons...it rings in my ears, like an anthem. thought i'd stopped the ringing, once, but found myself missing it as quickly as i noticed its disappearance.



dream v. nightmare..which is which?