Opis zdjęcia
So, so you think you can tell, Heaven from hell, blue sky 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 to trade Your heroes for ghost, hot ashes for trees, Hot air for a cool breeze, Cold comfort for change, Did you exchange a walk on part in a 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.