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? 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 you found? The same old fears Wish you were here