Sparklehorse with Thom Yorke
wish you were here
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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 a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
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.