samedi 13 juin 2009

Point Me at the Sky (365 - Jour 164)

Point Me at the Sky
Mise en ligne par mistercham

Isn't it strange
how little we change,
Isn't it sad we're insane
Playing the games that we know end in tears,
The games we've been playing
For thousands and thousands and thousands

Jumped into his cosmic flyer,
"pull this plastic glider higher
Light the fuse and stand well back," he cried,
"this is my last goodbye"

Point me at the sky and let it fly

Point Me at the Sky - Pink Floyd

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