Wish You Were Here So, so you you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can tell a green field a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did exchange a walk on in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I you were here. We're just two souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here.