(Roger Waters/David Gilmour)
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell
Blue skies from rain
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 heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for the 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
Of how we found
The same old tears
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
