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