Wish you were here.

Desearía que todos estuvieran mañana aquí conmigo.

So, so you think you can tell... Heaven from hell... Blue skys 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 heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cold 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 fear.

Wish you were here.