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?
Did they get you to trade, your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
A hot air for the cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
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 fishbowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found? The same old fears
Wish you were here
