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? Clod 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
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here

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Writer(s): David Gilmour, Roger Waters