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 chains?
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 we found ?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.