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?

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...have we found... the same old fears? Wish you were here.