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 trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees

Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change
And did you exchange

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 we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.