So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell
Blue skies from rain
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
of how we found the same old fears
Wish you were here...