Distance #6 (Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here)

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 think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade

you heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange

a walking 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.