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 chains ?
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