| Song | Devils Bargain |
| Artist | New Model Army |
| Album | Between Wine And Blood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| So you found your way out there to the edge of the world | |
| Where the falcons fly but you're still pinned to the ground | |
| So up the stony pathways like Moses before | |
| To stand high on your mountain and look down on us all | |
| They call this faith, they call it a devils bargain | |
| Or just following on to the end | |
| There's a thousand little tricks and games of control | |
| And the withholding of love is the cruelest of all | |
| People are like trees, they sway and they bend | |
| But you stand like a rock and face into the wind | |
| They call this faith... | |
| And the closer to the sun, the colder and thinner the air becomes | |
| But you were never scared of anything or anyone | |
| You stand like a statue as the animals come | |
| To take from your hand, to eat from your hand | |
| There's a dusty old photograph I'll always recall | |
| Maybe it's true what they say – it takes a piece of your soul | |
| You were jumping from the bridge and falling into space | |
| Looking back at the camera with that smile on your face | |
| They call this faith... |
| So you found your way out there to the edge of the world | |
| Where the falcons fly but you' re still pinned to the ground | |
| So up the stony pathways like Moses before | |
| To stand high on your mountain and look down on us all | |
| They call this faith, they call it a devils bargain | |
| Or just following on to the end | |
| There' s a thousand little tricks and games of control | |
| And the withholding of love is the cruelest of all | |
| People are like trees, they sway and they bend | |
| But you stand like a rock and face into the wind | |
| They call this faith... | |
| And the closer to the sun, the colder and thinner the air becomes | |
| But you were never scared of anything or anyone | |
| You stand like a statue as the animals come | |
| To take from your hand, to eat from your hand | |
| There' s a dusty old photograph I' ll always recall | |
| Maybe it' s true what they say it takes a piece of your soul | |
| You were jumping from the bridge and falling into space | |
| Looking back at the camera with that smile on your face | |
| They call this faith... |
| So you found your way out there to the edge of the world | |
| Where the falcons fly but you' re still pinned to the ground | |
| So up the stony pathways like Moses before | |
| To stand high on your mountain and look down on us all | |
| They call this faith, they call it a devils bargain | |
| Or just following on to the end | |
| There' s a thousand little tricks and games of control | |
| And the withholding of love is the cruelest of all | |
| People are like trees, they sway and they bend | |
| But you stand like a rock and face into the wind | |
| They call this faith... | |
| And the closer to the sun, the colder and thinner the air becomes | |
| But you were never scared of anything or anyone | |
| You stand like a statue as the animals come | |
| To take from your hand, to eat from your hand | |
| There' s a dusty old photograph I' ll always recall | |
| Maybe it' s true what they say it takes a piece of your soul | |
| You were jumping from the bridge and falling into space | |
| Looking back at the camera with that smile on your face | |
| They call this faith... |