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 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, 
What have we found?
The same old fears, 
Wish you were here.