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 a 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.