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