Here Come the Warm Jets (2004 Remaster)

Father we may faint on our knees

Dawn in a year for we've nowhere to be

Nowhere to be

Nowhere to be

All the stains they're all on our knees

Down on our word and we've nothing to be

Nothing to be

Nothing to be

Farther down we're all on our saints

Pain to our knees though we've nothing these days

Nothing these days

Nothing these days

Down the hill there's dawn in a day

We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say

Nothing to say