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