Pink Floyd ....so, so you think you can tell....

heaven from hell, blue skies from pale
can you tell a green field,
from a cold steel rail a smile from a veil,
do you think you can tell...
did they get you to trade
your heros for ghosts,
hot ashes for trees,
hot air for a cool breeze
cold comfort with change,
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
living in a fish bowl
year after year,
running over the same old ground
what have we found same old fears
wish you were here ....