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 cold 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 we found?
The same old fears,
Wish You Were Here.