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
You heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comforts for chains?
Did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war
For the 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.
Runnin' over the same ground.
But have we found
The same old fear?
Wish you were here.