Oh L amour

-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 cool breeze? ¿cold comfort for change? and ¿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 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-