… 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?

… Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

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