Pink Floyd
Am, C, D, Em, G
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
Smile from a veil, do you think you can tell
can tell. Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for dreams. Hot air
for a cool breeze. Cold comfort through chains. Did you exchange a walk-on pot in the war?
these bloating decays. How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls
swimming in a fishbowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground, have we
If I had the same old fears, wish you were here