Wish You Were Here

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.

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