why

… 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?
… How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year
Runnin’ over the same old ground, what have we found?
The same old fears, wish you were here
Wish I wasnt here, to be clear