susan boyle
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?  Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for the cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in a 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  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  So, so you think you can tell