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? […] 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.