So, so you think you can tell 

Heaven from Hell, 

Blue sky's 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. 

And how we found

The same old fears. 

Wish you were here.