the same old fears.

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skys 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.

Siempre me acordare de vosotros con esta cancion, vosotros siempre sereis esta cancion. Sois mi vida, os quiero y siempre os querre, os necesito y siempre os necesitare. Pase lo que pase, y sobre todas las cosas, vosotros sereis mi vida. Ama et aita. Sobre todo tu, mama.