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