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.