Airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars -

So, so you think you can change heaven from hell, blue skyes 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.









Te extraño, y está de más decirlo -