... So, so you think you can tell Heaven fromÂ
Hell, blue skies from pain?Â
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel railÂ
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 exchangeÂ
A walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
... How I wish, how I wish you were hereÂ
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after yearÂ
Running over the same old ground, what have we found?Â