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?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And [bad word] for change?
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 year, [bad word] over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.