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 fishbowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground, what have we found – the same old fears?
Wish you were here