so, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from rain 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? and 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 you found? the same old fears