Texty: Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark. History of Modern. New Holy Ground.

There's no time for theory
And there's no time for tears
There's no point in trying
We've wasted all these years

And there's no way of knowing
If this pain will ever fade
And there is no denying that this is what we've made

Take a look at yourself
And walk to the edge
And take a deep breath
And be someone else
Take a look at yourself
And see what is found
Step, into the light
Onto new holy ground

There's no hope for saviour
And there's no escape from sin
We must now abandon
The people that we've been


So, take a look at yourself
And walk to the edge
And take a deep breath
And be someone else
Take a look at yourself
And see what is found
Step, into the light
Onto new holy ground

Take a look at yourself
Walk to the edge
And take a deep breath
And be someone else
Take a look at yourself
See what is found
Step, into the light
Onto new holy ground