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 now..
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground...
... and what have you found?
The same old fears...
... wish you were here.
