So, so ya 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 ya think ya can tell?
                                                              did they get you to trade, your hero's for ghosts, hot ashes for trees
                                                          hot air for a cool breeze, [bad word] 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,
                                                            Were just two lost soles simming in a fish bowl, year after year,
                                                               [bad word] over the same old ground, but have we found the same old fears,
               wish you were here