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
and Did They Get You To Trade Your Heroes For Ghosts Hot Ashes For Trees hot Air For A Cool Breeze Cold Comfort 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 Year, running Over The Same Old Ground. What Have You Found The Same Old Fears. wish You Were Here.