I was born in the northwest of England
Where industrial shells like monuments stand
Crumbling tombs from a forgotten land
The price for which progress was sold
There lies the truth so I'm told.
If together you set out to conquer a mountain
Pity the man who dares fall behind
It's on the trip to the top that temperaments are tested
It's on the decent that men tend to die
Can you recognise a sin when you're sinning?
Likewise tell that you're winning 'til you've won?
Triumph is nothing if not shared with someone
Take mercy succumb to the cold
There lies the truth so I'm told
Somewhere upon a godforsaken island
Craggy and damp fallen men lie
For thirty years have their widows been weeping
Now their babies are waving goodbye
Could I without question take sides for someone?
Tie a bayonet to the end of the gun
And let them decorate me with gold?
There lies the truth so I'm told
Is there such thing as a proud surrender?
Is it ever the right time to run?
What will you tell your sweetheart at the station
When her pretty waist you do hold?
Have I the heart to love without limit?
Have I the stomach to suffer unsure?
Have I the nerve to believe for a lifetime
Fortune will favour the bold?
I'm tired of waiting to be pleasantly saved
From the purgatory my own recklessness made
Some days I long in the distance to hear
A jackboot crack down the road
There lies the truth so I'm told
There lies the truth so I'm told