Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tel,
Heaven from hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field of 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 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 groung,
What Have We Found?
The same old fears...