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 can tell

And did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for chains?

And did you exchange

A walk on part in the war

For a lead role in a cage