Pink Floyd, 1975

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 chains 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