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?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot hair for 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. INDEX
Running over the same old ground
What have you found? The same fears
Wish you were here
Shine on you Crazy diamond
Welcome to the Machine
Shine on you Crazy diamond (Part 2)
