Can you tell a green field from 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 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