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