UAO

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.