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. Did they get you to trade your heros for ghosts, hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort with change? 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. And what have we found? Same old fears; wish you were here...