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
hot air for a 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 fish bowl
year after year
running over the same old ground.
what have you found? the same old fears
wish you were here
