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 heroes 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 .