So, so you think you can tell.Heaven from hell,
blue skys 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 heros 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 we found?
the same old fears.
wish you were here.
