THERE IS NO PAIN YOU ARE RECEDING
A DISTANT SHIP, SMOKE ON THE HORIZON.
YOU ARE ONLY COMING THROUGH IN WAVES.
YOUR LIPS MOVE
BUT I CAN´T HEAR WHAT YOU´RE SAYING.
WHEN I WAS A CHILD
I CAUGHT A FLEETING GLIMPSE
OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYE.
I TURNED TO LOOK BUT IT WAS GONE
I CANNOT PUT MY FINGER ON IT NOW
THE CHILD IS GROWN,
THE DREAM IS GONE.
I HAVE BECOME
COMFORTABLY NUMB.
Excelente cancion de una excelente banda, tema predilecto para poder viajar sin moverte de donde estas, plantar los pies despegar con el alma y quedarse "Placidamente paralizado"
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