SPARKLEHORSE.
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 heroes 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.
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 heroes 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.
I wish you were here.
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Postat av: Min kamp mot cancer
Svar:
Usch, ryggmärgscancer låter inte alls något bra. Jag har dålig koll på hur det är, men låter svårbehandlat.
Hoppas att hon klarar av det bra ändå!
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