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