Ana Torroja

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 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, 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 grounds
what have we found? the same old fears:
I wish you were here

I wish:
How, 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 grounds
What have we found? The same old fears:
I wish you were here.