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 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.
Wish you were here.
these lyrics are from Pink Floyds, Dark Side of the Moon.
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.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
these lyrics are from Pink Floyds, Dark Side of the Moon.
I can just hear this haunting melody as I get on with the chores this evening. The part that repeats is...." Can you tell Heaven from Hell"
Maybe its a reminder. A reminder, its time to break free from the fish bowl that we swim in year after year.
Maybe its a reminder. A reminder, its time to break free from the fish bowl that we swim in year after year.
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