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? 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 we found? The same old fears... wish you were here