Wish You Were Here

Pink Floyd



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 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 you found?

The same old fears.

Wish you were here.



PS: Ai ai......