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?

Did they get you to trade

  • your heroes for ghosts?
  • hot ashes for trees?
  • hot air for a cool breeze?
  • cold comfort for change?

  • 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.


    Pink Floyd