Из альбома: In the Flesh
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 we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.