Nothing But The Truth (Live, Bbc Radio 1 In Concert, Golders Green Hippodrome, 12 March 1977)

One, two, three, four

It seems as clear as yesterday
We saw it in a dream
But dream became reality
An awful gapin' scream
So sad to see such emptiness
So sad to see such tears
And heaped up leaves of bitterness
Turned mouldy down the years

Nothin' but the truth
Common words in use
Hard to find excuse
Harder than the truth

Like Icarus, we flew too high
We flew too near the sun, no
They caught us in that awful glare
Our hapless throats were strung
But just before the final stroke
They took us victims of the rope
And cast us far beyond the deep
To lie in never-endin' sleep

It seems as clear as yesterday
They cast us in the deep
We lie in darkest night for good
A never-endin' sleep
A never-endin' bitter gloom
Whose darkness seldom clears
A Godforsaken emptiness
Which fills our hearts with tears

Nothin' but the truth
Common words in use
Hard to find excuse
Harder than the truth

Nothin' but the truth, no
Common words in use

Thank you very much