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 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 we found? 
The same old fears
Wish you were here