Nov 02, 2005 08:23
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail,
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts,
Hot ashes for trees,
Hot air for a cool breeze,
Cold comfort 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.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year.
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.