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?
and 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 you found?
the same old fears
wish you were here...
--'wish you were here'.
