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 year [bad word] over the same old ground
 What have we found?
 The same old fears.
 Wish you were here.