Wednesday, March 28, 2012

So, so you think you can tell 
Heaven from Hell 
Blue sky's from pain 
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. 
And how we found
The same old fears. 
Wish you were here.