Funny how sometimes the soundtrack to a phase of your life appears from what's current, and sometimes your unconscious demands something else. I have suddenly started listening to Pink Floyd on heavy rotation. Not all of it, just some of it. A Momentary Lapse of Reason, Wish You Were Here and Dark Side of the Moon, to be precise. It somehow fits.
Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
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I have always been here
I have always looked out from behind the eyes
It feels like more than a lifetime
Feels like more than a lifetime
Sometimes I get tired of the waiting
Sometimes I get tired of being in here
Is this the way it has always been?
Could it ever have been different?
Do you ever get tired of the waiting?
Do you ever get tired of being in there?
Don't worry, nobody lives forever,
Nobody lives forever
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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.