So,
So you think you can tell?
Heaven from hell.
Blue sky's from pain. Can you tell a green field,
from a clod steel rail? A smile form a veil...
So 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?
Did you exchange, a walk on part in a 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
And how we found, those same old fears.

Wish You Were Here.