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? 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. Were just, 2 lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,

Running over the same old ground And how we found? The same old fears, Wish you were here......