So, so you think you can tell heaven from Hell, Blue skys 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 heros 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 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..