So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from [bad word] 
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail,
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, [bad word] for change
And did you exchange
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 [bad word] over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.