Running over the same old ground

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 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.

( Pink Floyd)

Mago da Lua