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 vale. So you think you can tell... Did the get you to trade, your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees. Warm air for a cool breeze. Cold comfort for change, and did you exchange a walk on part of the war, for a lead role in a cage.