Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd (4.5MB)

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cols 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 hair 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, 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.