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 and what have we found? same old fears. wish you were here