A Proud Surrender

x 8 x 2 x 2 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 Am I the man I believed I'd become? 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