Josevacker Von Schlebrügge

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?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And 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
 What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here