So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain,
can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rain
a mile 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 exchanged a walk on part in the war
from a lead role in a cage.
How I wish, how I wish you were
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year,
running under the same old side,
have we found same old fears,
Wish you were here
