Wish you were here. . .

I think true love is letting go a little bit when the only thing you want to do is hold on tighter. It's also one of the hardest things to do. I think tonight may be the first time I've ever done it.

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 we found?
the same old fears
wish you were here