Sticking to your guns, always
Never fails to get you in a
fighting strait
Armoured up in shields and plates

No prisoners

Terrible ascent to the top
Of your game
Left you with a dizzy head

Cornered by the path you led

Never climbing again

The sooner it comes
Oh, the sooner it's gone
Never get the ghost

No sign of a surface
To settle upon

Call off the hunt from
Another to one
Begged, bought and sold

No sign of a ceasefire
So carry on

Picking at your meals
So bored of the same
Colourless and carbon-framed

bleached out all the pages

All part of the game

In an empty vault given up
To the stacks
Hope it never comes to that

The day you need your
Old tapes back

Oh, sorry day

The sooner it comes
Oh, the sooner it's gone
Never get the ghost

No sign of a surface
To settle upon

Call off the hunt from
Another to one
Begged, bought and sold

No sign of a ceasefire
So carry on

The sooner it comes
Oh, the sooner it's gone
Never get the ghost

No sign of a surface
To settle upon

Call off the hunt from
Another to one
Begged, bought and sold

No sign of a ceasefire
So carry on

No sign of a ceasefire
So carry on