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?
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 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 fish bowl... Year after year...
Running over the same old ground...
What have we found?
The same old fears...
Wish you were here...