as i dream about movies they won't make of me when i'm dead - rozā šķidrums

(..)
and did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
(..)
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 you found? the same old fears.
wish you were here.

guli, bērns.