"Alright."

He starts out at the guitar lick that leads into the vocals, eyes half-closed and focused. After a few bars, he nods to - Morgan - when the vocals should cut in, and starts up himself.

So... So you think you can tell \ Heaven from Hell? \ blue skies from pain? \ Can you tell a green field \ from a collld steel rail? \ A smile from a veil? \ Do you think you can tell?

He concentrates, picturing his dearest, oldest friend Suzy Blue as he remembers her, and as he fears she might be, hurting and broken.

Did they get you to trade \ your heroes for ghosts? \ Hot ashes for trees? \ Hot air for a cool breeze? \ Cold comfort for change?

He pictures the people who took her, and who hunted him and Erica. This is wrong. How dare they?

Did you exchange \
a walk on part in the war \
for a lead role in a cage?

He reaches out to Suzy, picturing the moment she disappeared and pulling.

Far away, Suzy hears a familiar voice, and a guitar playing a tune she recognizes. It's playing an instrumental bridge...

Arthur gestures upward to Morgan as the lyrics come back in. These are the most important lines.

How I wish \ how I wish you were here! \ We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, \ year after year.