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.

[In the article, they note that Waters' music recalls the lush, hyper-Romantic sound of opera composers like Puccini.] [He is] definitely an inspiration, ... After all, his opera 'Tosca' takes place in a police state.

[Waters' music recalls the lush, hyper-Romantic sound of opera composers like Puccini.] (He is) definitely an inspiration, ... After all, his opera 'Tosca' takes place in a police state.

Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air 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 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.

Music is good to the melancholy, bad to those who mourn, and neither good nor bad to the deaf

I always used to look at books and wonder how anybody could come up with so many words. But my divorce and then falling in love with somebody else has released in me an ability to write in other ways apart from songs.