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 smaile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold confort for changed?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for alead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We?re just two lost souls suimming 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.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smaile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold confort for changed?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for alead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We?re just two lost souls suimming 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.