MI- SOL MI- SOL MI- LA MI- LA SOL DO RE So, so you think you can tell LA- heaven from hell SOL blue skies from pain. RE Can you tell a green field DO from a cold steel rail? LA- A smile from a veil. SOL 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 cold breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? (INTRO) 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.