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,
and how we found
the same old fears.
Wish you were here.

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