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

You heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comforts for chains?

Did you exchange

A walk-on part in the war

For the 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.

Runnin' over the same ground.

But have we found

The same old fear?

Wish you were here.