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