23 de fevereiro de 2009

leaving here you'll never grow old


Sempre que ouço isto penso no great gig in the sky...

The only place where you can dream,
Living here is not what it seems.
Ship of white light in the sky,
Nobody there to reason why.

Here I am, Im not really there,
Smiling faces ever so rare.
A lets walk in deepest space,
Living here just isnt the place.

Stalks of light come from the ground,
When I cry there isnt a sound.
All my feelings cannot be held,
Im happy in my new strange world.

Shades of green grasses twine,
Girls drinking plasma wine.
A look at love, a dream unfolds,
Living here, youll never grow old.

Dont you hear me call? ooh

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