| 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 ?
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.
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.