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 we found? The same old fears Wish you were here
