So, so you think you can tell
\nHeaven from Hell,
\nBlue skys from pain.
\nCan you tell a green field
\nFrom a cold steel rail?
\nA smile from a veil?
\nDo you think you can tell?<\/p>\n
And did they get you to trade
\nYour heros for ghosts?
\nHot ashes for trees?
\nHot air for a cool breeze?
\nCold comfort for change?
\nAnd did you exchange
\nA walk on part in the war
\nFor a lead role in a cage?<\/p>\n
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
\nWe’re just two lost souls
\nSwimming in a fish bowl,
\nYear after year,
\nRunning over the same old ground.
\nWhat have we found?
\nThe same old fears.
\nWish you were here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys 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 heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a … <\/p>\n