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?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for the cool breeze?
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 grounds...
What have we found?
The same old fears.

Wish you were here.